It's lovely. It's light and bright and warm. It means open windows with breezes or closed windows with aircon. It means touring the streets and houses during Advent with all the Christmas lights, pockets full of change for the charity of the day.
It means end of school, reports and summer holidays. It means your kids running around the back yard in the nuddy with lashings of sunscreen on. It means picnics in the park for Carols by Candlelight. It means going to Mass in light, bright clothes rather than thick coats, usually black.
It means opening presents in the sunshine. The garden is full of flowers and the birds are singing. It might mean a trip down the beach before dinner or after dinner. Or a dip in the pool. Or blowing up the inflatable pool when it is stiff and fresh.
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Bush Christmas (Dave Martin)
...Auntie Flo sprawls like a lizard
On the back verandah floor ...
It means DH lights the Weber at 6 am so I can put the turkey on before 7, all done by 10 and the rest is easy. The house doesn't heat up that way. We have a mixed dinner of warm meats, cold salads. Others have lots of seafood (DF doesn't like it but he won't always be here). Best friend just has sausages and steak on the bbq.
It means everything shuts down for three weeks. On Boxing morning, everyone hits the road and the caravan parks etc fill up. Or, they watch the cricket from the 'G. Or they watch the start of the Sydney-Hobart.
Our family has its get-together at one of the big parks between Christmas and New Year. If you are around, you come. We can manage up to 80 people these days. BYO picnics with paddling or swimming. Lots of chat.
I have done a number of cold Christmases. They are dark, dreary and abnormal. God, I love my Christmas