It was kate's nineteenth on Thursday so a couple of us went into town to celebrate. Not in the usual going into town to celebrate way (as in drinking and going out) but to have dinner and look at the pretty lights.
We wandered around town for a while looking at the pretty christmas lights, and also the pretty shoes in BT's. After we went to visit the live crib outside the mansion house (one of the donkeys had a mowhawk, amazing!) we caught the Luas to dundrum to go to Milano's for dinner. Maria still had 45 mins before work so we decided to go to Hamley's, then go to dinner when she left for work. That was when my rapid decline started.
I tend to get extremely excited about Christmas you see. I was already excited enough about the shiny lights and the christmas carols in town, then I walk into a giant toystore...
It was amazing.
I kinda want to live there. A lot.
Then we went to dinner, which was yummy, and then we went BACK to Hamley's because Cillian hadn't been with us the first time and we wanted to bring him (even though he doesn't like it much). Well, basically we wanted an excuse to go back.
Then yesterday was Christmas tree day. Now my sister and I tend to become slightly hyperactive and childish around christmas trees. Never mind that she is twenty-one and I am eighteen, all maturity goes out the window on tree day. This year we managed to find the perfect tree in about ten minutes, which was slightly disappointing. Normally we take ages, go to about three different places, dither about trees (we're very picky) and my sister always drops one on me. Every year, without fail. Except for this year. While my head was happy about the lack of 11 foot tree falling on it, we still felt kinda cheated that it was so easy. Though we did get amusement out of my mom pretending the tree was too expensive so we could get a discount, though not as much as when she turned around to give us the worlds most unsubtle thumbs up in the world.
That night, when Mr Tree the third arrived (yes, we do name our trees. Guess how many years we've been doing it for?) We got all the ornaments out of the attic and spent about 20 minutes trying to figure out which ones were which (our parents have bought us one ornament for every christmas, so I have 19 now and Emma has 22). Then we turned on some sort of Christmas countdown music channel and started decorating in our merry christmas way. Now the thing about my sister and I is that we LOVE a bit of Cliff at christmas time, especially 'Mistletoe and Wine'.. .the moment he starts swaying we start laughing... then this giant gong appears and its just gas craic and banter from there on... That song came on and we were laughing and dancing around so much that the dog left the room in disgust.
Yeah, we ARE cool
So to sum up, I have spent the last 2 days playing in toy stores and dancing around my house with my sister acting like a five year old. In short, I've been a complete and utter child. Never mind that I still had 3 exams (now 2, hell yeah!) or that I should probably be acting my age. It is Christmas time, and I am not so secretly a total child.
I love christmas.
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