A Stinking Hot, Australian Christmas by Rowena Newton
If you’re someone who insists on a white Christmas and needs a hot roast with your boiling hot Plum Pudding, perhaps you’d better visit someone else for Christmas lunch.
However, if you’re feeling game, you’re invited to celebrate a true-blue Aussie Christmas with us. We’ll be celebrating Christmas in Sydney and regardless of the forecast, it’s going to be an absolute scorcher. That means, that unless you find yourself a good tube of zinc cream, you’ll be out there pulling Santa’s sleigh alongside Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer! Continue reading “Advent Calendar Day 17: A Stinking Hot, Australian Christmas by Rowena Newton”
A Whirlwind by Camille de Fleurville
A whirlwind. A turmoil. Laughs and plays. Whispered secrets. Doors quickly shut with a swish and a smile. Christmas has always been a time of waiting and of joy. A time of recollection as well. A time of night that slowly rises into dawn, from dark blue through purple, mauve, pink and, suddenly, gold. And then, an enchanted week when all stops and it seems that time stretches to welcome love and peace.
This is how we lived Christmas at home. And this is how I live it still. Wherever I have been living, there has been these feelings and this atmosphere. Continue reading “Advent Calendar Day 14: A Whirlwind by Camille de Fleurville”
Christmas Memories of Rome by Judith Works
This time of year I often pause to remember the many Christmases in Rome my husband and I enjoyed. Our favorite sight was the delightful Christmas market filling the spacious Piazza Navona with toys, candy and figures of a wizened old granny, la befana, who flies through the air astride a broomstick to bring treats to children if they are good, and coal if they’re not. She arrives on the night of January 5th to ensure that the gifts are ready on Epiphany morning in remembrance of the Gifts of the Magi. But the “coal” on display was really black candy, so bambini are never very worried. When we strolled in the piazza, the sounds of happy children echoed off the magnificent buildings surrounding the area and mixed with the one-sided conversations from their parents’ cell phones and the sound of falling water from the three sparkling fountains. Continue reading “Advent Calendar Day 9: Christmas Memories of Rome by Judith Works”