I love Christmas. Growing up it was always a big deal, spread out over two days, one for each side of the family. My Grandparents always got really into it and almost all of my family lived in the one small town, so everybody was always there. We ticked off every cliche; stockings well past the age we stopped believing in Santa, champagne breakfast, a huge roast lunch, pavlova, cricket on the lawn, and the youngest always handed out the presents from under the tree one by one.
This is my third Christmas away from home, and even though I would love to be back with the family, it’s kind of nice to start our own traditions. We’ve had the same simple Christmas tree for two years in a row (which is really nothing more than a bunch of twigs decorated in candy canes and a big red bow) and bulging stockings have been replaced by a few presents neatly wrapped in brown paper. I’m also planning on cooking a turkey after managing to pull one off last year, and the fridge is packed with copious amounts of cheese, berries and tonic (for the gin). It seems like the weather gods have come to the party and summer may just have finally arrived. It’s going to a good day, I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty excited. Merry Christmas!!