From the roof of the apartment we watched this Christmas Eve sunset. When I stood close enough to the edge, I could hear smooth-jazz-esque Christmas songs floating up from one of the other home gardens off the Callejon.
The sala fireplace, complete with festive a poinsettia.

Yesterday Madison gave a Christmas Morning puppet show for the garden occupants. The landlady's caretaker also invited her grandchildren to come. Madison worked his few Spanish phrases into a lovely performance- everyone got several good chuckles out of the act. The Little Vampire was a big hit, as was Sammy.
The Little Vampire, asking me to be so kind as to untangle his strings from his hands.

Madison and Charlotte, performing on the steps outside our apartment.