It’s a strange feeling writing this… Normally I’d be at home wearing t-shirts and shorts, Rach, CJ and I would be decorating the Christmas tree and the whole family would be trying to schedule secret trips to the mall without different people to buy Christmas gifts. This year I’m sitting in my room, with a red scarf around my neck, a big warm cup of tea and the heat tuned up high. If I look out the window there are no pohutukawa’s, instead there’s a big pine Christmas tree covered in fairy lights. It’s strange, I know it’s Christmas and in a way it sort of feels like Christmas but at the same time it doesn’t because I’m not home.
I went into Vejle a couple weeks ago to buy my family Christmas presents. I didn’t quite know what to get my family. Well actually that’s a lie, there were so many things I wanted to get but I literally didn’t have the money to buy, let alone send them to the other side of the world. As I was dragging my feet down the walking street on the way back to the car the radio started playing Bing Crosby’s, White Christmas. What made it crazy was that at the exact same time White Christmas started playing, the fairy lights above the street came on and it started snowing (for the first time this winter). Not slushy snow but the big perfect fluffy snowflakes that make you want to, laugh like a little kid, spin around and just smile.
I know it’s silly but I started crying instead of smiling. I wish you could have been here, even just for that moment, to see the street while the snow was falling and hear the music playing. It was perfect. Just like Christmas is in the movies: music, lights, just a few people walking down the street dressed for winter and right on queue the perfect amount of snow. It was amazing and made me really miss my family.
I wish I could be in Australia to share Christmas with my family, help decorate a tree, cook summer food, hit the beach and just hang out, creating memories. But I’m not in Australia, I’m on the other side of the world, discovering a different kind of Christmas. Danish Christmas (or Jul) is full of new traditions, foods, friends, candlelight, snow, staying up late, laughter, “hygge” and silly memories that I will cherish forever.
Last night I saw a shooting star and instead of making a wish I smiled. I smiled because I realized that I have everything I need right here. So while I can’t physically be where I want to be this Christmas I am content being here. I wish you all a beautiful Christmas, full of everything it should be, laughter, smiles, family, friends, memories and most of all I wish you love.
With all of my love