The Christmas Feast turned out for us to be quiet yet lovely, and cosy, and cheerful enough (in many ways thanks to our Irish neighbours, who started celebrating around lunch time; feels like their festivities are not coming to an end anytime soon), but, surprisingly, also very red (?)—no, I am not talking about Champagne Socialism (although our Rosé Moscato plays its sparkling role fairly well), but merely about the brightness of the colours: they brought us their own joy.
And, of course, there were crackers with paper crowns and solid cringy jokes (looks like one of them took the cake: “What kind of motorbike does Santa ride? A Holly Davidson” etc), nice food and stollen at the end, which we ate being full already, but felt no regrets. Merry Christmas!
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