The organization of the Christmas program and New Year’s Eve is going without problems. We almost sold all the tickets and we believe we’ll sell them all. We are almost fully booked for the holidays too and new reservations coming every day. We are very pleased with the success. Since we have only two members of the Hotel band plus the guitarist who join the band from time to time, we will hire professionals for New Year’s Eve. It will cost us a good sum of money but we want to give the best to our customers, the ticket buyers. When all this hustle ends, we shall look for new members of the Hotel band.

My Fran and Lidija managed to buy all the gifts from the lists they got and he and I are almost done with the present for my Prince. Every member of the family is doing his part of the job after work. Dad Boss and mom Zdenka will be busy also in the villa because they have to socialize with the guests whom they know for years and who are coming to the villa every season and holiday. Besides that, they will be hosting Mister “XXX” and his family. My Prince and Ivy will be of help to them when they will be visiting the Hotel and they will be available for everything they might need.

Croatia played a very important soccer match against Morocco for third place yesterday. And of course, our house was full again. We and our children were tired of it now; too noisy and too crowdy. Don’t get me wrong; we have no problem having them visit us every day, but what is too much is too much. When the Croatians scored their second leading goal a few minutes before the end of the first half, our house echoed from loud cheering and happiness. The unbearable noise overflowed the glass. We took our children and went to my parents’ house. Irena asked us if she may come with us. I was very happy when my luvs allowed her. Of course, they did it because of me and our children. Anyway, since my parents’ house is only a few minutes of walking from our house and since we needed fresh air, we decided to walk to their house. The city went crazy celebrating the lead. Irena and I walked with the children holding their hands in front of my Prince and Ivy. Soon a group of three young men walked in our direction from the opposite side of the street cheering and throwing firecrackers. I had a very bad feeling about it. (Besides bullies and rapists, my Prince hates firecrackers). Wanting to protect us, he told us to stop until they pass and he and my Ivy stepped in front of us, just to make sure we won't get hurt. And it happened; one of them threw the firecracker in our direction that exploded very loudly very close to us. It scared our children who started to scream. My Prince went mad. He quickly ran toward them and being very near, he jumped in the air and kicked a firecracker thrower in the head knocking him down. Before his friends realized what is happening, my Prince had already blooded his face, punching him in the nose and the jaw. When his friends awoke from the shock, they wanted to attack my Prince, but my Ivy stopped them showing them the gun she was holding in her hand and saying that she will shoot them if they make a move. Then she asked my Prince to stop beating the jerk. Seeing the gun, the cheerers picked up their half awaken friend and left. My luvs returned to us and my Prince took the children in his arms and showered them with kisses, he kept walking carrying them to my parents' house. Irena was speechless and stunned. After a few moments she said to me:

- Oh, my gooood! … I am stunned, Eva …… he just earned my utmost respect. Is he always like that since you are together?

Me: Yes, he is.

Irena: If he went crazy and almost killed the guy who threw the firecracker on us, I can only imagine what he might do if someone attacked us ….

Me (hugging her and keeping walking): Yes, that my Prince … He’ll kill if he must to protect us … That’s how much he loves us and we love him the same. As for the beaten guy, he deserved it. Throwing firecrackers at people and scaring children is not the proper way of celebrating potential victory. Idiots would always be idiots who’ll never learn until somebody teach them good manners using very painful methods.

We continued to walk in silence but I could almost feel her admiration of him. Anyway, coming to my parents' house, and while she and I played with the children and talked, he and my Ivy prepared some snacks and hot beverages for us. Hearing constant explosions after some time, we knew the Croatians won. We decided to stay until the celebration completely stopped in the city and when all guests left our house. Then we returned home, bathed the children, put them to sleep, and did our evening routine ending the day with excellent sex. Today are finals between Argentina and France and that’s it. No more watching soccer games in such a big number in our house for a while.