Lovely... Surprised.

There I was, every time someone asked me about what I was going to do on Christmas, I rolled my eyes to the sky and dressed with a smile I just answered «Home, I work on 24th and 26th too. Going to cook something, all done with pressies.»

If there's something nobody can change on me it's my pessimism. 

Actually it's most likely my motto: be prepared for the worst.

So, while I was there, ready for the second shitty Christmas in a row, here you go, Fate surprised me breaking the bad chain.

Or maybe it was my attitude.

I decided to have a really good time and no matters who was going to ruin it and how, I fucking had it.

Christmas tablecloth, red candle in the middle, a load of cakes, turkey and ham, salmon, salami, cheese and dips, tons of chocolate, this year I spent a fortune.

All worth.

Two relaxing and funny days with Lolly and my partner. I was so into the festive spirit I even wanted to go seeing the mass on Christmas Eve, regardless I'm not religious at all. Amazing. I even liked what the priest said, beyond the lord-stuff. I don't really recall if I've ever been on a mass like that. Just a bit disappointed there was no gospel and no children outside the church singing carrolls.

But everything has been sweet and pleasant, even the 4 hours and half game at Risk! on St. Stephen's Day where I miserably and shamelessly lost. I'm calling for revenge, sweet revenge, tho.

But, above of all, me and my Camera received the most beautiful gift we could: a bag. Now she's protected and safe from the Irish weather.

Yes, what a lovely Christmas!