Christmas in Oz
Christmas in Australia. It isn’t right somehow. Having spent 30 years of having a cold Christmas, mixed with occasional snow and classic scenes of winter that accompany the northern hemisphere the whole concept of a hot, sunny, bright Christmas was alien.
Chuck another Snapper on the barbie
I spent some of the previous days exploring St Kilda. Having gone down on the 23rd and enjoyed some time on the beach I ended up going back again on Christmas Day. Hot days and cold beers were ideal.
Christmas itself was so different in so many ways. A morning of present opening was followed with the notion that there wasn’t going to be a Christmas dinner, hence the trip to St Kilda. I spent some time in Federation Square as well, just soaking in the sun and atmosphere of the day and the location.
Boxing Day was much more fun. Back down to Mornington and another night at the Farm with the massed ranks of my sister-in-law’s family. One wonderful barbecue filled with snapper, sausages, more salads than you could shake a stick at and enough cold beer to sink a boat.
