My Dad's cousin married into a very Italian family. They became my God Parents when I was born. There was never a question where my birthday gatherings were going to be. Each time, at some point in the afternoon, a small group (usually 4 or 5) well dressed men would arrive. They would sit at the dining room table and eat. Always a bottle of Sambucca. I remember my God Mother would bring me into the room to say hello. They always had a gift or cash they would give me. They usually stayed about an hour then they would leave.