Living each day much muchier
The light of the Christmas star to you.
The warmth of home and hearth to you.
The cheer and goodwill of friends to you
The hope of a child-like heart to you.
No wonder the world thinks Australia is upside down. We have Christmas in December when it’s hot, but also in July when it’s not really Christmas.
At least, I will.
Christmas is always magic. The tree goes up on my birthday in December. The house transforms into something fairy like with glowing lights and candles, garlands and celtic carols.
It’s about walking around for hours to find the right gift. It’s about making everything beautiful because your heart feels beautiful.
I missed out on Christmas last year. It happened, but the warmth of home and hearth and hope wasn’t there.
I didn’t put up a tree. I didn’t celebrate with my family. There was no such thing as magic. Christmas came and went like any other day except all the stores were shut.
But, I have my heart back now and it believes in magic.
So, I’m hosting a Christmas-in-July feast with friends I’ve made in Melbourne.
Some of them think I’m mad for putting up a tree and lighting candles in the middle of the year, but it’s the good kind of mad (I think).