Northern Europeans have snow, frost and leafless trees. In
large parts of America, there is snow, or fake snow for wealthy Texans.
Australians have the beach. It must be bewildering for Aussie kids to grow up,
expecting snow and a guy wrapped up against the cold with his reindeer to
appear with their gifts. But then, there’s the sunny weather to make up for it.
Similarly, people in the Northern hemisphere think it’s incredible to eat
turkey on the beach. Every visitor to England from the Antipodes is asked, with
wonder, about having Christmas dinner or lunch on the beach. Barbecued turkey
is about as far from their thinking as life on Mars.
Don’t Aussies feel left out of all this? The greatest
Christmas film ever, It’s A Wonderful Life,
is wrapped in snow. It swirls through the whole of the film, both comforting
and threatening. Christmas carols are keen to mention the bleak midwinter, the
frosty this and the frozen that. The Christmas tree and its fake snow, the
candles and yule logs all celebrate the pre-Christian, northern European
festival of mid-winter.
Santa would get pretty hot in all those clothes when
flying over Australia, and you could Google for pictures of what he should look
like in Oz. Surfwear or red baggies should be the best thing, and that beard
would get in the way, so a shave would be the first thing to remember before
going out on Christmas Eve. A little red swim hat would complete the outfit.
Australians have their own take on the Northern
hemisphere’s version of the festive season. It’s a fantastic sight to see
tropical trees decorated with Christmas lights, a great contrast from the firs
from up north. It’s the typical Oz way of making do. But there is still no
getting away from the cold connotations of a traditional Christmas, even in the
most temperate parts of Australia. Snowflakes and reindeer abound, even in
ironic ways.
Christmas in Australia is a summer holiday, which
Northerners won’t be able to get their heads around. Christmas in Europe and
North America is full of images and associations with coldness. Every iconic
image is of snowmen, snow on trees, snow on the ground, even though only the
far North gets snow these days. Thanks to climate change, or confused memories,
it hasn’t snowed in London, for instance, in years, and it is unlikely to soon.
The snow in England generally falls either side of the festive season. That’s
why the big betting companies in the UK make a big fuss and a big profit by
enticing people to bet on a single snowflake falling on the roof of the London
Weather Centre. They wouldn’t take a cent on that happening in Sydney.
People in the northern hemisphere are both jealous and
sympathetic of an Australian Christmas. While they have the cosiness of staying
in the dark, drinking warming drinks and moaning about the lack of snow
(again), they wonder what it’s like to run down and set the Barbie up on the
sand, having a dip and trying to keep the beers cold.
Australian children are lucky that they don’t get woolly
Christmas jumpers knitted by their grandmothers for Christmas. These insulting
items always feature snowflakes, reindeers, fir trees and bells, or a
combination of all four. The poor children in the northern hemisphere are
forced to wear these fashion victimisers all through the festive period.
But let’s hear it for the Christmas jumper. Embrace it.
Everyone else in the bar will be wearing something not very tasteful when you
go there for just one at Christmas lunchtime, so why be any different? All your
mates will be there, or arriving, wearing the most revolting top-half garments
known to fashion, so you’d be a fool to turn to for the pre-lunch session
looking like you hadn’t noticed it was Christmas. Christmas is about sharing,
so getting together with your mates and sharing the embarrassment of wearing
these ridiculous garments (and, let’s face it, the knitters themselves wouldn’t
be seen dead wearing them) personifies the real spirit of the season. If you’re
all wearing an Equmen undershirt, you’ll be able to win the contest of the
silly Christmas jumpers.