Frigid it is along the southern Irish coast. Here in the hills at about the 450 foot high level, the roads stayed glazed with ice the entire day.
So, we missed the last full frenzy of pre-Christmas town madness. Even to step outdoors requires cautious balancing.
Snug, warm before a blazing fire, the stockings all hung by the chimney with care... in hopes that Saint Nickolaus won't slide off the roof on his bum.
And to all a good night.