The waverunners would rush between each of the crashing waves to the beat of the bodhran. The promenade would bubble and fizz after each wave flopped down to earth as the water ran back to the sea. Occasionally they would be caught by a stray wave but would shake it off and let the cold Christmas wind dry them down. Once at home, under the Christmas lights with a warm cup of tea they would relax to the soothing sounds of Nollaig Shona.
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