For me, nothing says the holidays quite as much as when we get together with friends and we have a huge paella party, then we eat special Italian cookies and we open our stockings from each other. For some reason, it makes me feel like a kid again, even finding that lousy tangerine in the toe. The gifts are never expensive or practical – usually just fun and silly. We eat and drink and laugh ourselves into a semi-comatose state. I would love to see Illya and Napoleon that relaxed and happy.
Anyone else feel like sharing?