Xmas in OZ

Christmas Down Under was kind of lackluster.

We used to joke that all the Christmas cheer was on the CBD free bus, because that seemed to be the place where the city chose to spend it’s entire decorating budget.

Ok that’s an exaggeration. There were a couple of prettily decorated trees downtown here and there, and they did do this cool thing where they projected pretty light patterns onto some of the historical buildings to make it look like they’d been gift wrapped. That said, the Christmas spirit seemed to elude me for some reason.

Now, I’m used to warm weather Christmases. The majority of my Holidays have been warm – Florida, Venezuela, Los Angeles. However, there ‘s something about seeing ads where watermelons are rolled up to the Christmas table to be eaten alongside turkey and ham and all the traditional winter trimmings that we're used to, that just seemed wrong.

Nonetheless, I was actually kind of psyching myself up for the idea of a Christmas BBQ on the beach. We were all ready with burgers and sausages to grill while wearing silly Santa hats with our swimsuits by the surf.

Instead we got rained out.

We tried to make the best of it. Carla and Alex joined us to BBQ at our house instead. Alex brought pumpkin pie and we played Christmas carols.

However, there was still just something kind of sad about seeing Greg huddled beneath the overhang, hunched over the grill to protect our burgers from getting soaked. A little sad, but a little comical too.