I live in north Queensland, Australia. At Christmas, our only options are stinking hot and humid, or monsoonal rain (followed immediately by stinking hot and humid. With added mosquitoes). 😮 It’s strange to me that the whole White Christmas myth is still so pervasive here, given that we’ve had over two hundred years of European settlement to realise that it’s just not going to happen. Maybe the English who first arrived were just resistant to change. I like to imagine it went something like this:
Despite the way it’s marketed, the real strength of Christmas is its flexibility. We get to make our own traditions along the way. Christmas will always be exactly what we make it, whether we’re rugged up in the snow, or playing cricket at the beach while we wait for the prawns to cook. It’s about our family, our friends, but mostly it’s about hope. It’s hope for peace, for love, and for goodwill to all.
I’m working on Christmas Day, and that’s okay. My day job is in a police station as a dispatcher, so it’s not exactly a 9 to 5. Sometimes it’s easy to overlook the holidays when you’re stuck working them, but not Christmas. Never Christmas. On Christmas, you go the extra mile. So this year I’ll be tying tinsel to the aerials of police cars, handing out Santa hats to the crews, and making sure that everyone has a special day.
“VKR to 201.”
So whether you’re outside playing in the snow, inside trying to escape the heat, stuck somewhere in between or even stuck at work, I hope you have a great day with the people you love. Merry Christmas, everyone!
Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.
Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.
She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.
She shares her house with a long-suffering partner, too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.
You can find her blog here: http://www.