It's that time of year again when I find myself dreaming of a white Christmas... not just any white Christmas but a white Christmas in the little Austrian village of Strobl along the shores of Lake Wolfgang to be exact.
Christmas lights twinkling in the night, Christmas carols filling the air, the smell of log fires and chestnuts roasting, snow covered mountains and pathways, the Christmas markets...oh the Christmas markets... not to mention the sense of peace and calm I felt when we were there. I've never actually been there at Christmas time (we went in Spring) but that's my idea of Christmas...
(Photo credit: www.salzburger-bergadvent.at)
It's a bit different from what Christmas in Australia has become - for me at least. Every year I usually find myself getting to Christmas eve coming to a screeching halt. With the end of school year dance concerts, presentation days, office Christmas parties, birthday parties, putting up the Christmas tree, and managing the busiest trading period of an online retail store, it's become one of the most frantic times of the year.
I would prefer to sashay my way up to Christmas - with time to bake goodies for friends and wrap them in nice packaging, with time to enjoy the Christmas carols and sights around the city, with time to put up the Christmas tree and actually enjoy it instead of feeling like it's just another chore on the long list of things to do, with time to wrap gifts with pretty little bows - all while somehow creating some fond Christmas memories for the kids.