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Drinking white wine in the sun: Our Australian Christmas

Matt and Rachel, Across Land & Sea
I really like Christmas
It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it

Tim Minchin has long been admired by us for his witty, touching lyrics and melodies that never fail to excite our eardrums.

Sitting on the deck overlooking the pool, with prawns sizzling on the barbie and sunhats resting on our heads, we 'cheers' to the fact that we are finally listening to Minchin's 'White Wine in the Sun', and, well, drinking white wine in the sun.

Needless to say, our first Christmas in Australia is an unfamiliar experience.

We knew when we flew here in June that we'd be spending the holidays 10,500 miles away from home, just us two. It's our first 'orphan Christmas', to use a phrase that we heard our Australian friends using in London, and it isn't half bad!

And it's not just because of the sun, sand and seafood.

We've shared Christmas cheer with strangers and we've been welcomed into the homes of people that we've known for just a few months. We've discovered that Australians are warm like the weather and chilled like the beer. This relaxed attitude paired with a natural kindness has given us a Christmastime to be extremely grateful for.   

It also reminds us how much we miss home.

The frost on the grass, the extravagant Christmas lights, the chill around our necks and the journey home from London 'Winterloo' station, aboard a bustling train on Christmas Eve.

We'll be missing our parents creeping into our rooms in the early hours to place a stocking at the end of our beds, the tacky and wonderful Christmas jumpers, the traditional British Christmas dinner, and most of all - the jolly and (slightly/very) drunk relatives and friends. 

Having all of that to look forward to when Christmas 2017 rolls around makes us feel very lucky.

For now, we're heading to Sydney Fish Market for our prawns and calamari and you can find us cooling off at the tidal baths of Middle Harbour.

Merry Christmas!

When you're twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You'll know what ever comes
Your brothers and sisters and me and your mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
When Christmas comes
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
We'll be waiting for you in the sun
Tim Minchin, 'White Wine in the Sun'

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