Christmas for migrants often means a mix of traditions from several places.
We’re coming up for our second Christmas in Australia and, just like last year, as native Europeans, it’s hard to reconcile the time of year with the weather outdoors. If this feels like familiar ground, then you’d be right – I wrote a post about this ‘Tis the season… except it’s not’, this time last year.
I’m revisiting the point though because of an old newspaper article I chanced across which, I have to say, makes my own uncertainty pale with its agonising over a mid-summer Christmas, and concludes that the only thing to do is to move Australia’s Christmas to 25 June. I kid you not.
When I was growing up in England, cricket had a much greater presence in the consciousness of the general public. As I recall, football and cricket were held in relatively equal thrall and were largely confined to their seasons of summer and winter, only overlapping for a few weeks at either end. Indeed, some players even played both games – Ian Botham included.
Since then, the behemoth that is football has sucked up nearly all the media attention in England such that, outside of the Ashes and the world cup, cricket has become very much the poor relation in the nation’s sporting line-up.
This time last year, in a frosty Danish suburb, we were joined by friends, family and the neighbours to toast the arrival of 2014.
At the time, we had secured our Australian residency visas but we had yet to put our house on the market and yet to make concrete plans to move to Canberra. Continue reading
Last December, the weather conditions were very different.
‘Tis the season to be jolly…’ except it isn’t. At least, not to the born and bred European in me. It’s actually high summer, with temperatures ranging from the mid-20s to the high 30s in Celsius, and that’s a problem. You see, for the first time in many Decembers, I just don’t feel Christmassy. Continue reading