Recipe For A Kiwi Christmas
In the South Island, I console myself with another summer of surfing Santas and that pinch of white dandruff clinging to the mountains. This is Christmas in New Zealand.
In the South Island, I console myself with another summer of surfing Santas and that pinch of white dandruff clinging to the mountains. This is Christmas in New Zealand.
So as December 25th looms in New Zealand, I wonder about traditions: about this invisible baggage that’s so often heavier than the backpacks we carry – and a thousand times more valuable than every personal possession inside.
Neighbors could hold the sympathetic comments, like “Guess it’s what you grew up with,” and “Just have to make the most of it.” I hoped their beach barbeques broke down and their post-celebratory hangovers lasted through January.