Christmas is almost upon us, if your not from Australia then let me describe what our Christmas is like; there is no ‘white christmas’, instead we have 40 degree day that makes you sweat and wonder what life would be like in the snow, the aircon is fully pumping and kids are usually out by the pool with their bathers(or togs, or swim wear depends where shouts in oz you are from)on.
Lunch in my family normally contains a bbq with family gathered by the outside patio. Christmas gifts are given in the morning to try and avoid the heat, while sipping on champaign and strawberries(the only day you will see my mother drink) while eating croissants. Not getting to play with your presents to you either get home or everyone has left depending on who is hosting Christmas that year.
That was my simple Christmas up until I became a chef, the I missed every other Christmas cooking for others who were celebrating. And now I will never get to give that experience to Ryker, he will never get to open his toys, and try not to let his cousins steal them, or go jumping into the pool at 8am because it has already reached 30 degrees with 85% humidity. Later in life(much later) he’ll never get his first experience of tasting champaign with strawberries while his great grandmother comes down from Cairns(North Queensland, my family is in Brisbane) on her annual trip. He will never get the ‘little things’.
And then not long after Christmas, still in the scorching heat of summer Ryker will be turning 1. One whole year without my baby boy. Now to decide what to do for his birthday, I’ve already decided I will have his birthday off from work, but that’s all I have decided.