On the eve of Christmas Eve

Now that there are no more Santa believers in the house (well, I sort of hoped at one stage that Boris wouldn't in the end be elected as a balancing act for the Orange Monstrosity across the Atlantic, but that does not make me a Santa believer, does it?), I kind of assumed that this year there would not be same level of tension in the last few days leading to Christmas. 
How deluded of me... 
Nana and I ended up taking Finn and Luca for a nighttime walk around the university garden as they were bouncing off walls back in the Raheny cave... It was a LOUD, hyperactive walk around the gardens. 

Extra: a touching letter from Jeannette.