Rina and Emma were having a ball walking around in the snow and then trying to roll a snowball from the layer that was on the ground. The cold and the wet snow was a really new experience for the both of them – and an experience for Dad in making a snowman in the city.

It could be thought that after nearly seven years in the Northern Hemisphere that the seasonal changes would be more normal – for want of a better word. BUT that is far from the case. Just a case in point… they are upside-down back-to-front. When one hears Bing Crosby singing White Christmas – and at this time of the year it is belting out of nearly all the stores sound systems at some point or another (just when I happen to be in the store). All I can think of is changing the lyrics of that song to:

I’m dreaming of a hot Christmas

With every Christmas light I see

…. I haven’t got past the first few words of the song, but I’m sure in an intoxicated kareoke performance they could be sung out of me

It just doesn’t work… sitting around at Christmas inside… without the fresh air to keep you company (the air is fresh, but crisp as well). The seasons are great… the changes are great. Yet the year end festive season doesn’t quite match.