Christmas Day in Melbourne πŸŽ„β˜€οΈ

It may be over 25 degrees here and extremely sunny, nevertheless I still felt unbelievably Christmassy! It did take me till Christmas Eve to feel like this though!

Christmas Eve was a day of preparing; I cleaned the entire flat, prepared the seating arrangements and starting prepping for my roast. Mum, are you proud?? I’ve literally morphed into you. After the day’s preparations, I could then chill. Jamie came round and we watched Home Alone 2 and Jingle all the Way. Jamie fell asleep prior to midnight, so I obviously woke him back up to wish him a Merry Christmas. It was a perfect day.

Then the big day arrived!! I made scrambled eggs on toast for Jamie and I, whilst blaring Christmas tunes. He then went home to get ready for my lunch. My flatmate decided to do uber for a few hours so I had the entire place to myself. I was blaring festive songs, singing, dancing and preparing my very first full Christmas dinner. The flat smelt amazing! Then my flatmate came home, and started setting up the BBQ (he wanted to add an Aussie/Israeli twist to dinner) and smoked out the entire flat, which demolished my homely, roast smell I had achieved! Nevertheless, things were all set to go. We just needed the guests!

Gustav was the first to come over and he brought a present with him too, bless! It was two Riedel wine glasses for Sauvignon Blanc. He knew how much I was into wine, and went through a lot of hassle to get these fancy ass glasses for me. I don’t really expect presents for Christmas anymore, I’d rather be surrounded by good company, but a really thoughtful gift like that made my day. Although I am terrified to drink out of them!!

Jamie was next to arrive, I introduced him to gustav and the three of us sipped away at my expensive yarra valley wine, because the other two had ‘forgotten’ their booze. Naing then came over and my guest list was complete (all my friends weren’t in Melbourne for Christmas). My flatmate invited his brother and some friends over, so we had a strange mix but everyone got on great. Naing even made friends with the neighbours and they joined the party too! Here’s some pics:

The traditional Scottish Christmas dinner was ready (well I served what I could find, and brussel sprouts weren’t available anywhere, such a shame!)


The BBQ was also ready so every dug straight in! I only a ate a small bit of food as I was too busy being the host; a decision which I would soon regret! We then kept on drinking and chatting in the garden, it was lovely. However, it got to around 4pm and my light meal mixed with lots of easily drinkable wine, caught up with me. So I ended up passing out in bed for a bit! Naing and Gustav both had to wake me up; I’m such a bad host.

A few coffees and that quick power nap refuelled me, and we were ready to head down to St Kilda beach. Some of the French folk from my previous post were there, so we thought we’d go say hello. Plus going to the beach on Christmas Day is unheard of in Scotland:


It was absolutely packed!! It reminded me of Coogee Beach last year, which was true as St Kilda Beach got a news report the next day stating how only backpackers apparently, had destroyed the area. We didn’t leave any rubbish though, so my karma’s good!

After the beach, we walked around st Kilda for more booze, which we did not need. Unsuccessful, we headed to maccas instead. We then said our goodbyes, as the food and drink had finally caught up with us.

I FaceTimed my mum and my friends, and then went to bed. It was a Christmas to remember for sure!

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Mel & Suan says:

    definitely not the place for a white christmas!

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    1. Nope! A sunny Christmas instead!

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      1. Mel & Suan says:

        Gald you enjoyed!

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