Christmas in New Zealand. I don't remember why I took this screen shot, but it really epitomizes how backward Christmas was for me in New Zealand. I think that happens no matter where you go: holidays and festivities really anchor your life, for better or for worse.
Santa's still in his suit. The tree is an evergreen. It's probably 30 degrees. Celsius! For kiwis, this image is normal. And Christchurch kiwis had a lovely Christmas last year.
For me, it was all wrong. Don't get me wrong: kiwis make a GREAT Christmas: barbeque and water toys, trips to the beach and kids roaming the streets in packs. Our neighbors invited us for a great feast, and the company was wonderful. It was a perfect summer day.
There were lights and presents and songs (including "Let it Snow" and "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas," no less,) but it just didn't feel like Christmas. Too hot, too sunny, too much summer. Our tree was pathetic.
for me, it marked the low point of our sabbatical. I was literally upside down. I imagine Aussie and Kiwi expats must feel similarly on December 25th up here.
So, that's your shot. Enjoy! (I like this. It's like the Magic 8 Ball. SURPRISE!)
I blog rarely, because I'm writing books. When I do blog, I focus on writing, friendship, family, and books. Because my family's best nicknames are private, I use their birth years for shorthand: