As a boy it was all about the anticipation of Santa Claus arriving. There was magic in that night back then
The best part of Christmas is Boxing Day. The family obligations have been put to bed for another 12 months, Christmas lunch is halfway digested and there’s Test match cricket, a sailing boat race, and a damp pillow-sack of ham to pick over before the new year. My preference is to do it on a riverbank, listening to the radio with an esky of cold cans within reach. It’s my Christmas statement: an emphatic punctuation mark on yet another year.
It hasn’t always been my Christmas story. Obviously, as a boy things were vastly different. In my first decade, I was more inclined towards Christmas Eve, naturally. It was all about the anticipation of Santa Claus arriving and the ritual of setting out the glass of grog and a slice of boiled fruit cake.
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