Once a year, during the Silly Season, all my cousins descend upon a little house near Leichhardt.
We discuss topics of conversation that would make our respective Aunt and Uncle’s ears burn.
We bond, in ways that elude us outside this event, and we share all sorts of family memories, and tales.
Christmas, to me, is about these events. It’s about family and good company and good food.
Pork is a tradition, as are salads and soft drink. Although as the younger ones mature, we’re steadily adilyky turning to good wines and beer.
When Nanna passed away, it was decided that we had to remember that the extended family was important. Us cousins, being the next generation, were in a position, where we could take the lead.
And so we have.
It’s small. One event each year. But it’s big too. It keeps us all in contact and keeps the good memories rolling.
May you all enjoy family, in whatever way you can. And understand that, to those of you without cousins like mine, there are plenty of Churches and Charities that form temporary families, on Christmas Day.