Call back to the Holidays.

This is Thanksgiving in our little Dublin flat. We invited the neighborhood [our building] and they came! [The threats helped]. The three of us managed to pull off all the usual dishes, at least the ones we liked.

Christmas in our flat looked very different. There was not a house full of people but rather the incredible trio ready to take on the holiday. We left out cookies and milk for Santy, played lots of christmas music and danced till we could dance no more. As I am writing this trying to remember Christmas it seems so long ago. Perhaps that is because it is indeed a long while since the lights came down and the trees were put in the bins. I've been bad at updating, this I know. It can be blamed on having too much fun and too many adventures beckoning our names. Fair enough?