Christmas ain't Christmas in Sydney without a visit to the fish market on Christmas Eve. While thousands of others sweated it out in bumper to bumper traffic trying to get into the fish market car park, we arrived after an effortless trip on the tram, the local stop situated a few minutes' walk from our house. As ever it was organised mayhem with people spilling out of all the fish shops, cramming counters in their efforts to secure Christmas lunch menu items. With 2 kilos of prawns and a bag of lemons in hand, we headed for the bakery and coffee cart before enjoying breakfast out on the terrace overlooking the fishing boats. After lunch we all went over to Martin and Drew's for an afternoon of Champagne, Christmas curry and an impromptu dance performance by Amelia and Scarlett. We left after breaking their hammock and eating most of the curry before their other guests arrived. With children exhausted with excitement, the grown ups set about preparing the house for Santa - a mince pie, glass of milk and carrot for Rudolph. But had we been good enough during 2008 for him to visit?
As it turned out - yes. An embarassingly large pile of presents greeted us under the tree on Christmas morning. While Amelia and Annabelle were up and raring to go from 6am, we had to wake Scarlett and Florence at 7.30am. Scarlett was certain she heard Santa leave in the middle of the night. Annabelle and Amelia had already opened their presents before leaving Melbourne so the pile of gifts for Scarlett and Florence seemed even larger. After what seemed like hours, we were through the huge pile and were soon swamped by lovely clothes, books, and toys for everyone. My favourite pressie was the huge portrait of the Queen's Coronation that Rob sourced from overseas and had framed for me to add to my collection of tasteful kitsch.
After a morning grazing on fresh prawns and champagne with Martin and Drew, we had a family lunch of roast chicken and Rob's famous coca cola boiled ham with salads and finished off with a passionfruit and kiwifruit pavlova. When we couldn't fit any more food in, we took the kids to the park to burn off some chocolate fulled energy and once they fell into bed we started packing for our flight to NZ at 7am the next morning. Merry Christmas.
Christmas ain't Christmas in Sydney without a visit to the fish market on Christmas Eve. While thousands of others sweated it out in bumper to bumper traffic trying to get into the fish market car park, we arrived after an effortless trip on the tram, the local stop situated a few minutes' walk from our house. As ever it was organised mayhem with people spilling out of all the fish shops, cramming counters in their efforts to secure Christmas lunch menu items. With 2 kilos of prawns and a bag of lemons in hand, we headed for the bakery and coffee cart before enjoying breakfast out on the terrace overlooking the fishing boats. After lunch we all went over to Martin and Drew's for an afternoon of Champagne, Christmas curry and an impromptu dance performance by Amelia and Scarlett. We left after breaking their hammock and eating most of the curry before their other guests arrived. With children exhausted with excitement, the grown ups set about preparing the house for Santa - a mince pie, glass of milk and carrot for Rudolph. But had we been good enough during 2008 for him to visit?
As it turned out - yes. An embarassingly large pile of presents greeted us under the tree on Christmas morning. While Amelia and Annabelle were up and raring to go from 6am, we had to wake Scarlett and Florence at 7.30am. Scarlett was certain she heard Santa leave in the middle of the night. Annabelle and Amelia had already opened their presents before leaving Melbourne so the pile of gifts for Scarlett and Florence seemed even larger. After what seemed like hours, we were through the huge pile and were soon swamped by lovely clothes, books, and toys for everyone. My favourite pressie was the huge portrait of the Queen's Coronation that Rob sourced from overseas and had framed for me to add to my collection of tasteful kitsch.
After a morning grazing on fresh prawns and champagne with Martin and Drew, we had a family lunch of roast chicken and Rob's famous coca cola boiled ham with salads and finished off with a passionfruit and kiwifruit pavlova. When we couldn't fit any more food in, we took the kids to the park to burn off some chocolate fulled energy and once they fell into bed we started packing for our flight to NZ at 7am the next morning. Merry Christmas.
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