Christmas will be hectic as the extended family comes by to eat,. I will peel a lot of potatoes and carrots, and then eat too much. The fish will be out in their space, feeding on brine shrimp.
Apparently at midnight tonight, the fish talk, however, it's at a register too low for the human ear. They don't talk to the likes of us. Plus it's hard to figure out their version of midnight. They compliment each other's hats ("Hey dude, Cichlid") and if they drink too much, they trade barbs. They sing ("go-ra-mi-fasciolatus oh") and generally enjoy a day out of school.