Unlike some of us (Haaaai Lies), I find Christmas to be incredibly fun. Especially because I manage to spend the days in total isolation. No stress about Christmas menus, table arrangements, and what-should-I-wear issues. At the Mobach household, the fireplace is on, the bottle is open, and the door is locked.

In the past few days, I have visited every little shop that sold delicious goods. Vitello tonnato, egg-truffle salad, a limited (yes, even with wine I love limited) Chateauneuf-du-Pape from a year I have forgotten but is said to be particularly good. Furthermore, I have created a stack of books that I already know I won't read, and there is a row of DVDs next to the TV that we hopefully will watch.

The Christmas circus at Carré is on the program with my sister-in-law, father-in-law, and dearest twin nieces and nephew, and I am taking it easy. December 23^st is my birthday, you should know, so it is already a week soaked in drinks. On Sunday, we celebrated it small at the Amstel Hotel. A little trip with the Ivresse, the smallest salon boat of the hotel, over the illuminated canals and then Chardonnay and a bitterball in the bar.

And then just to really touch my keyboard to provide you with your daily dose of Amayzine. Know that we have worked hard in the past few days. So we are not out of the picture, certainly not because we have more posts than ever, but we are taking a little break. Four whole days. And some (Haaai Lies) three whole weeks.