|Aussie Christmas Tree as decorated and photographed by my SIL Peachsponge|
This is my second Christmas in the US, my sixth Christmas in the northern hemisphere and my seventh Christmas spent away from family. At this time of the year I start reminiscing about all the summery Christmassy (yeah, it’s a word) things that I’m missing out on.
Turn Up The Heat
Fire Up The Barbie
Crack A Tinnie
Just don’t do the XXXX or the VB if you can help it. Find some good Aussie beer for the occasion. Cameron suggests Coopers Pale Ale. My personal favourite is James Squire’s One Fifty Lashes though.
If you don’t have a cricket set, it’s time to improvise. Wheelie bins for wickets, a plank of wood for a cricket bat, and whatever tennis ball you can lay your hands on. Ignore the cold, it builds character!
Borrow An Uncle
I’m considering a trifle as well. Don’t hold back on the seafood platter either. A lot of people mentioned the absence of seafood, but Rebecca misses it the most. But don’t worry, fisherpeople still fish in winter, you can still have a plate of prawns and Thousand Isle Dressing. Albeit for an inflated price. Unfortunately Joanne, cherries are a bit of an ask, considering how much you’d have to pay for them.
This might be uniquely Australian – it definitely seems that way to me – but the time honoured tradition of “hanging shit” on your family and other loved ones seems to be missing overseas. Melissa brought this up and I’m glad that she did because I forgot about it. “Being able to hang shit on family members (and of course friends) and not worry about offending anyone!!!” The first part is easy, I can hang shit on anyone at any time. In fact, I do it without thinking so much that I tend to hurt people’s feelings unknowingly. It’s the “without offending anyone” part that’s the trouble. You’re going to need to surround yourself with other Aussie expats for this one. There’s no other way around it.
Carols By Candlelight And The Boxing Day Test Match
A little trickier but still doable. Use your VPN to stream the Carols by Candlelight telecast of your choice from home. Failing that, get your mates together around the tree, light some candles and you’re golden. Sorry Kate and Carolyn, I know that it’s not quite the same, but it’s better than nothing. I used to watch the Sydney Carols while making salads and putting the finishing touches to the desserts. I guess that’s out this year.
I’m not a cricket fan outside of the backyard variety. I feel like it’s boring as bat shit if you’re not playing. But to each their own, and Rob’s a fan. So Rob, dust off the VPN, settle in at God-Knows-What-O’clock and get your cricket on.
Katie and Maria miss their morning and arvo swims and I can’t blame them. If it’s not hot you’re much less inclined to want to get out for a swim. BUT, if there’s an indoor heated pool in your vicinity that’s open on Christmas Day….
Bahahahaha… OK, I see the error of my ways. I’m sorry guys, no swimming on Christmas Day unless you own a wetsuit.
I didn’t even think of this until Steven pointed it out. Who would have thought that I would have missed the sound of Christmas beetles hurling themselves at the kitchen window as I did the dishes every night. Or the buzzing as they whizz around on their backs, trying to turn themselves leg side up. That’s Christmas!