Our first (would-be) 'White Christmas' was magic, albeit decidely devoid of the white fluffy stuff to which the title owes. We braved the craze of Dublin airport two days before Santas arrival, and managed to smile at the mayhem that reigned, despite the lengthy queues in every direction. It was a huge relief to touchdown at Skarvsta airport where we were happily greeted by a very heavily pregnant Maria and an excited, though nervous father-to-be, Luke. It was absolutely wonderful to see Maria 'glowing' and the soon-to-be new arrival was a huge talking point among all of the family throughout the
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