Christmas this year was full of firsts: first Christmas with Joel and in Sydney, first time away from my family, first time eating Christmas Pudding, first time wearing a paper crown, and more. And it was fabulous!
Between Christmas Eve and Christmas day, we were spoiled with family, food, gifts, and storms. Joel’s family was incredibly welcoming, making me feel like I’ve been celebrating with them for years. I didn’t take many photos, mostly because I spent about 90% of my time eating, but here’s a few for the record:
We had Christmas eve dinner with Joel’s dad, and while we were there, we got to meet Tibs and Kota, the two kitties rescued by Joel’s brother.
It was a great day, all around. I got to see and joke and laugh with my family (minus my brother Shayne and his wife and kids, who were in Wisconsin), on Skype, and that made me feel better about being away from them. And spending time with Joel’s family was a nice substitute. It’s just good to be in a loud, crowded house with good smelling food on the holidays. It definitely makes it feel more like home.
We were stuffed and tired by the time we got home, which fit in well with our plans to pass out in front of Netflix. We did manage to fit in a cup of Swiss-Miss before we fell asleep, though. It was such a fat day of domestic bliss. I discovered that Christmas pudding is the best with ice cream and hot caramel sauce. And pavlova is not my thing. And that a summer Christmas isn’t terrible. I can’t wait to do it all over again next year!
But for now, I have to get back to more of this:
Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everyone! I hope yours was as fat, happy and sassy as ours.
*Australians call grilling out “barbecue”. So going to a barbeque means going to have food made on a grill, not a barbecue feast. I’ve given into “to-mato”, “zed”, and centigrade, but I can’t acquiesce to this. I’m too American, and to me, Barbecue will always be a style of meat prep.