I meant to take you to some parts of Dublin (mainly working-class) where the Christmas decorations reach a level that I thought was only attained by American telly in the 80s, but I didn't get the chance. I'll do my best next year. Instead, let's have a look around my Georgian neighbourhood. I wanted to capture a few front rooms before all the decorations were taken down.
This time of year always reminds me of the tale of The Little Match Girl that my mother would often tell me at bedtime. While walking in the cold, looking in people's living room as I pass on their sidewalk, I conjure images of the frozen little girl in rags whose heart was warmed by the view of a festive meal.