This year it's just us. No family coming over, just the three kids and a dog, some lovely friends and a lot of mince pies. And to be honest, I'm not sure we mind all that much.
Christmas in Dublin is a wonder, or as someone wrote recently, like walking into a Christmas card. Once the nativity plays are over and the school doors close, we've got nothing to do but explore these streets. Sure, it's a bit torturous (this is our first year sans buggy, and I have got to tell you that the 5 year old is exceptionally fast on the crowded sidewalks of city centre), but nothing says holiday spirit like dragging three fussy kiddos out into the cold night air.
I love the Georgian doors draped with garland, the twinkle lights around the windows, the markets filled with happy voices and steaming mulled wine. And even those mince pies are starting to grow on me... with a hefty helping of cream or custard... and hot chocolate... with baileys... I think you get the idea.
So I think it's pretty clear that you should visit us next Christmas...
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