I saw a question recently in the google search bar that asked “Do they have Christmas in Australia?” of course we do!
But there are no chestnuts roasting on an open fire, unless they find themselves in a bush fire. December 25 comes at the start of summer in Australia and it is the beginning of a long season of beach holidays, zinc cream, cricket, BBQ’s and sunburn.
Our traditions stem from the northern hemisphere; it seems crazy because they are of snow and festive winter wonderlands, ice skating, the exact opposite of Australia. But we still send our friends and family greeting cards depicting a Christmas scene that couldn’t be further from the truth. I have seen cards with surfing Santa’s and Bondi beach scenes but predominantly they are of snowflakes and reindeers, neither of which belongs to the Australian Christmas.
I do love Christmas at home, there is something quite reassuring about it.
You don’t have to be anywhere, do anything or even be that chatty to anyone of you don’t want too.
It is a day to enjoy just being in your own familiar environment, and stay in your pyjamas all day (except when you have people for lunch) you can eat chocolate for breakfast, drink champagne before midday and tear open your presents and not save the paper.
It has been said that one of the nicest things in life is to stop and regularly devote time to eating, and in the company of family and friends, I couldn’t agree more.
Christmas is the time of year that home really is where the heart is.