So, ever since we got married, and especially since the babies came on board, this is what we do on Christmas eve.
We call it the Santa run.
All five of us load up the Stew Wagon with our gifts, and off we go.
Nanna Stew is usually first call, Aunty Rena lives there too, and so does niece Carol at the moment, and grand-niece Abbie. So four birds with the one stone.
Then uncle Eddie & Val. (My youngest Bro & his wife & family.) Then Bobby, Jacinta, Jimmy, Helen. Pajoe, Noelie. Mrs. Mac, my Bud Jim & Ber & Lexie, Paul & Fran, Aisling & Aine. And More.
I never gig on Christmas eve, too tired from the visits, and so much to do.
I start cooking my ham about 9pm. Then start my veg preps. We don't do turkey, but we have a leg of lamb and two ducks.
Starters to get ready, desserts to prepare, wine to cool.
Better get to the 'leaba'!(Bed!)
Tá a lán tuirse orm!
Oiche mhaith agat mo chairde go léir!
I sang this song for the first time tonight.
Love it, Love Bruce.
(Ya HAVE ta love Bruce!)