Don’t they look dashing and beautiful?
Baby Boy was in celebration mode!
Not only were we wearing actual shoes, but we were all clean and presentable on the same day. That’s not likely to happen again for a long time!
Unfortunately we arrived in time for three weeks of pre-Christmas ridiculousness. Even if you know me only a little you will be able to predict how I detest consumerism and greed in full view of blatant inequalities, how I hate the commodification of the humble arrival of my Saviour, how I rile against the celebration of the superficial and the denial of the profound.
‘Nuff said. We sought solace from all the rot by visiting our favourite parts of Perth’s beautiful river. Spending time in the outdoors is a fine remedy for culture shock too.
We slipped back into our church family as if we had never left, and were just in time to be nativity sheep, angels and choristers!!
On Christmas day we bolted down the freeway to family. Its the only day of the year all the cars have more than one person in them, sometimes you even see adults in the rear seats! In Asia tiny cars are always packed full. Here, on any normal day, stocky bald blokes drive big holdens alone, with one tattooed arm resting on the window ledge. And blonde school mums drive 4WDs to school and back, with their big sunnies and drive through coffee…
But on Christmas day, peak hour is 11am. Everyone is en route to someone’s house. There’ll be beer and swimming and prawns on the barbie. Yep, we actually do revel in our own cliches! (And on a 40 degree day, it makes a lot more sense than roast turkey and plum pudd)
Its a nice sort of comfortableness, when you know exactly how the day is going to be, and it does just that. Its all the good stuff, family, faith, friends, food, fun.
I’m not sure that I’d like Christmas more than once a year, but once a year is great. Bring it on!
Last Christmas we were essentially alone, in Penang, We enjoyed visiting a local church and baptism and bountiful lunch. We took a break from eating Malay, and ate Lebanese food! The only presents were gave each other were bandannas, as we had just all shaved our heads!
Such a lot of water under the bridge since then, a whole year of travel.
A very, very belated Happy Christmas to everyone reading.
By the way, we haven’t stopped travelling, In fact, can you guess whether was a matter of days, weeks, or months ’til we hit the road again?