Presents, food, church, food, Christmas outfits and food. Food. Growing up in my home, great milestones and holiday seasons always revolved around food.
For our family, it was only logical that we make and set out more food than we needed on the table. That way, we could graze like cows all day, then snooze.....and have dinner... left-overs… round two... (whatever you wanted to call it) later that evening, as it was all already there for the taking.
I have always loved the scent of Christmas. I have always loved the colour, sounds and sights of Christmas. Dad would fill the house with Christmas Carols from the likes of Bing Crosby, Judy Garland and classical orchestras.
To me, Christmas was the most romantic holiday of the year. Watching movies of lovers fighting to come home to see their loved ones on Christmas morning filled my heart with joy and hope. Songs that sang of childhood dreams and wishes from Santa, fairies and other magical beings fuelled my imagination with wonder.
When we were children, my parents would take my sister and me to the iconic Myer Christmas Windows in the city, where we would eagerly wait for the unveiling of the "theme of the year". Every window of the department store would be filled with moving dolls and characters from a classic nursery rhyme, movie or song. Hundreds of people would line the streets of Melbourne, just to catch a glimpse of the delights each window held.
But most of all, Christmas was about celebrating the birth of Jesus with family. Our house would always be, and still is, filled with family and friends. This year I look forward to another day of spoiling my nieces and nephew with crazy presents, eating way more than I should and taking our traditional family photo beside our Christmas tree, where our outfits are colour coordinated and everyone is pulling their silly faces (that’s standard for us).
I love Christmas.
Musician, singer, songwriter, The Bold The Beautiful Project, fashion-lover, coffee & food-lover, lover of life!