Hello luvs! I’m writing to you by the light of my Christmas tree, sipping ginger berry tea and listening to the frogs outside. I know Christmas is long gone, but I was so sick over the holidays that I didn’t get to put my tree up until Christmas Day, so I’m breaking all holiday rules and keeping it up for as long as I like. πŸ™‚

Although I’d never choose to be sick over the holidays, it did guarantee me my wish of a quiet Christmas. It was really nice to have time to curl up with old movies from the library, read more from the endlessly interesting “At Home” by Bill Bryson, and listen to Old Time Radio mysteries while playing solitaire.
Christmas in Australia

Bear took good care of me and when I had stronger moments would take me for drives in the gorgeous countryside. From my comfy seat on the passenger side we explored side roads and small country towns, discovering whole fields of cheery sunflowers and tidy little farmsteads. I loved it. One night he took me to a nearby town and drove around showing me wonderfully gaudy Christmas lights while we nibbled on pretzels and dark chocolate and sang along to Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra.

Christmas Lights in Australia

One of my favorite holiday memories is from Christmas Day. Bear and I donned our wellies, called Fletcher (the lovely Belgian Shepherd who keeps me safe) and went for a Christmas Bush Walk.

Australia bush

The weather was perfect, gorgeous blue sky and brilliant sunshine with cool breezes rustling through the gum trees.

Blue sky

The meadows abounded with wildflowers and as we strode through the tall grasses we startled more than a few kangaroos and wallabies having their afternoon naps. It was grand fun to see them bounding along only a few feet ahead of us.

Australian Christmas Flowers

We found all sorts of interesting thing on our bush walk:

A tree struck by lightning, its hollow trunk providing a cozy nest for various creatures.

Australian gum tree

The old grave of an unknown settler.

unknown grave in Australia

And a nearly perfect circle of trees we dubbed The Sacred Grove.

sacred grove

One day soon I’m going to go out there again with a blanket, my journal and Fletcher for some peaceful reflection and maybe a nap.

Now, dear ones, tell me all about YOUR holidays! πŸ™‚ What is your favorite memory?