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It was one of those nights. Where they put together a puzzle instead of eating dinner. They weren’t completely out of food yet, but this made it last longer.
Micky had been humming Christmas songs. Once in a while he’d quietly sing for a bit before going back to humming. He was currently humming Jingle Bells.
“Cascabel, cascabel,
Lindo cascabel.
Con sus notas de alegría
Va anunciado él.”
Mike chuckled. “That’s not the words to Jingle Bells, Mick.”
”It is in Spanish,” Micky argued.
“Why sing it that way? No one else does.”
Micky turned to Peter. “Do you know the song in German?”
“Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
klingt es weit und breit.
Schön ist eine Schlittenfahrt
im Winter wenn es schneit.”
Peter looked so proud that Micky had asked him.
Mike softly elbowed Davy. “Looks like me and you are left out.”
Davy shook his head. “Nope, just you.”
Mike frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I used to go with a girl from Ireland. She taught me some songs.”
”Ooh.” Peter sat up straighter. “I want to hear it in Irish!”
”Bualadh bos, bualadh bos
Bualadh bos go leir.
Tá Daidí na Nollag ag teacht anocht
Anuas an similéar.”
Micky patted Mike on the back. “Looks like you’re the only one who can’t sing it.”
”That’s not true!”
”Oh, yeah?” Davy laughed. “Sing it.”
Mike crossed his arms. “Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.”
Micky and Davy groaned. Peter chuckled. “You didn’t specify the language, Davy.”