Most of the Christmas traditions followed in Australia, in no way reflect the reality of the location and climate.
Songs about slay bells and glistening snow, hot turkey dinners and lots of decorations trimmed with fur really just don't work.
Still, I refuse to adapt. I like it that way. I like tradition. But being able to celebrate with family in the Northern hemisphere, well that has to be embraced.
It's not as though I haven't done it before but this was Oliver's first time and the first one celebrated with his three cousins on hid dad's side so that is pretty special.
We ate a lot, drank a lot, played games and read really bad jokes in Christmas crackers.
And for the first time ever we got to dress for the occasion - where that is defined as really tacky sweaters. Perfect.
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