Christmas in Ireland. The holidays always invoke in me a sense of wanderlust and childlike magic. The streets here were covered in Christmas lights and every shop window had elaborate wintertime themed scenes, they were beautiful. My family here was so warm and welcoming. There was a total of 18 of us, counting the little lads, that shared Christmas dinner together at Gran and Granddad's house. The following day, St. Stephen's Day, we shared together an old country tradition of doing the wren. We play instruments door to door to collect money for the children. The idea with the silly costumes is to disguise yourself so that no one can tell who you really are..









