The build-up to xmas in Australia is so different to the UK. It’s mid December, and you have to really look to find shop windows decked out. Scant lighting, only a handful of houses getting big bills for their neon trouble. It's light outside till 9pm, so the lights don't seem so sparkly, as they do in the mid-afternoon dark of europe.
Adrian feels like xmas just sneaks up on you, no mulled wine or mince pies to warn you it’s coming. And the santa’s that finally appear on the shop fronts stay up til mid-Jan! I point out that it’s peak holiday season, everyone takes off and forgets that Santa is still waving from the balconies.
soph and I sit on my bed, cutting out paper snowflakes, paper angels all-in-a-row from old travel brouchures. of course it's the night before xmas! They are strung across the room and corners of windows. We stitch woollen stockings for maia and janu. I made Janu’s the same size as I remember mine being…(?) 
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