It seems that at this time of year my homesickness peaks as I struggle once again with a cold white Christmas. I know, I know...you think I'm insane, isn't a white Christmas the jackpot? Well, yes, it certainly is beautiful, and all the images of Christmas that we see make sense when I look out my window, but in reality Christmas is different all over the world. There are loads of countries where Christmas marks the beginning of summer vacation, Australia being one of them. I guess it all depends on what you grow up with.
Christmas morning was always an early start, as it is all over the world for families with children. We'd race in to wake Mum and Dad, who would both linger in bed, trying to stretch out the excitement that little bit longer. The joy of gift-giving was intoxicating, but as a kid, receiving was even better. Our presents usually included swimsuits, beach towels, flip flops, buckets & spades, and the occasional a bicycle or go cart. We reluctantly put our gifts down to march off to church yet again before heading either home or to a relative's for a spectacular Christmas lunch with hoards of family and friends.
What are some of your childhood holiday memories?
Thanks for checking in. xx