Where I am, in Australia, it’s just a few short hours till the Boyd family Christmas season officially starts. Well, it will be December 1st very soon. Citizens of the US will have another day to wait. (Sorry peeps). I love December - it’s the month I officially have an excuse to sing Christmas songs louder than usual (I’m not a good singer), put up our Christmas tree and decorations, and plan out our Christmas feast.
The choice is always whether to have a hot or cold Christmas - hot or cold as in the temperature of the food. The weather, when you live here on the far side of the world, is usually hot, rarely cool enough to need even a cardi. Quite often we swelter.
My mother is quite the fan of the baked Christmas feast. Yes, it’s torture – but the yummy kind I like. Roast Pork, Turkey, and Ham. Baked Vege’s of enough varieties to bury her special crockery. Fine glasses and silver that only sees fresh air on special occasions. For mum, Christmas is an elegant and a very filling affair. Then there is the most important part of my parent’s Christmas – the desserts! Trifle is mum's specialty – and none of us dare try to replicate the port-laced wonder. It’s sad, but the trifle bowl has been fought over more than once.
Christmas with my family, despite the fine china, grows to a rowdy affair – us girls are grossly outnumbered. My constant supply of water guns to my four nephews, two sons, and one niece I may be responsible – but I’m not taking all the blame. Grandma’s serves far too many sweet things – we’re all on sugar highs. LOL.
Yet what I love most about Christmas is the slowness of the day, the heated debates over who gets the last of the trifle bowl and the happy smiles of my family as they return home.
Christmas singing is interesting feat when you live without snow. There are so many songs from my childhood that I sang along to that clearly lost me on the deeper meaning. The Christmas Song (Chestnuts roasting on an open fire) – the total fire ban makes that a little difficult to manage. I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas – now wouldn’t we wonder if the ice age was upon us then! We sang them all quite blindly, but thanks to some very silly people, we have an alternative: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnJ8jsw4BSo&NR=1
(Just in case you're confused - thongs are footware not underwear)
So where ever you might be I hope your December 1st is as much fun as mine. But what are your Christmas Traditions?