Christmas 2015 has come and gone leaving much behind, (including the Christmas tree that should have come down two days ago) which now sits in an abandoned apartment surrounded by packing boxes and bags. Unfortunately, one thing the holiday season did not leave behind are decent photographs. I just have not had the energy to be taking blog worthy photos, so instead, it’s grainy cell-phone photo time again!
We have been manically in the process of moving house from one suburb to the next and doing it all ourselves, which has meant no stable internet for the past couple of weeks, much lifting and carrying, and living out of boxes. Trailer load after trailer load of furniture and knick-knacks have been making their way across to our new home and finally, the old house is clear of all the big bits and just waiting to be fully emptied of the last remnants of our belongings (and the tardy Christmas tree) before we kick into cleaning mode.
Like every year, we decorated our tree together as a family while listening to hokey but awesome Christmas music and singing along. The one difference this year, is that JJ could put the angel on the top of the tree without a step ladder. I’m still not sure how I feel about that. He’s growing up so fast! Where have the years gone?
For Christmas this year, I decided I would give myself a wonderful gift. I did not cook a roast dinner. I simply could not do it. It was a particularly pertinent gift, as the day before Thanksgiving, half the hot plates on our stove ceased to function, leaving me with very little cooktop space to complement the failing (and terribly inaccurate) old oven.
Can anyone say “HELLO dried out turkey!”?
Despite the turkey failure and the small spiders that decided to crawl out of my ivy table decorations, the evening went off without a hitch, leaving full tummies and a very full post-thanksgiving refrigerator. Here be arachnids!
After that disturbingly stringy, dehydrated bird experience, (and no, I didn’t take a photo of the leathery looking beastie) I thought it was well past time for the cook to have Christmas day off from the oven, instead of essentially dessicating another poor turkey in honour of the birth of Christ. Instead, we had all of our favourites that don’t require cooking. Yummy cheeses, fresh bread, big bowls of fruit, dips, really fancy salami (this one has truffles!), ham, and salads. This had the added bonus of allowing us to begin our packing with the view to streamlining an inevitably horrible relocation processs.
We had our big Christmas celebration on Christmas eve, including a beautiful family Christmas mass with an absolutely adorable nativity play. The little Mary was stoically holding onto a tiny, squirming baby Jesus who insisted on pulling strands out of her long hair. It was lovely to watch how reverently the kids approached the nativity and the mass itself, even through what I am sure was quite an uncomfortable experience (at least for the little mother!).
It was hot too, and the packed out church was full of visibly uncomfortable people using programs and mass cards to fan their sweaty brows. December in Australia is certainly something, and we truly were dreaming of a white Christmas that day.