My Christmas Story

Updated: Jan 11



My Sydney brother keeps a humble cottage in the remote and lovely town of Beechworth. It's for lockdowns, for his chickens and ducks, and for the family to gather at Christmas. It was delicious and it was merry, and I was happy all over again about having a big family.

There were the usual Aussie Christmas things, like swimming in the river and front yard cricket.


My 80 year old mum steps up to the wicket, and then...out! Brilliant catch by brother-in-law Jorge

The arrival of the Suttie family brought an extra dimension, as us seven Macaulay siblings met and got to know these 9 cute creative children. To be in the aura of this family, on this day, was the perfect Christmas present, it really was.



Resourceful Michael whipped out his family-sized hotplate, cooked a bathtub-full of pad thai noodles for dinner. As he tossed, he kept us happy with endless stream of Dad jokes. That's the reason to become a dad 9 times right? To have lots of kid fun. I braided the girl's hair and got to hear what they care about and hope for, and their appreciation for each other. As the night deepened, Manuela gathered her many many children to the lounge room for Christmas carols. Just the first verse of all the best ones. They sang so prettily. One of them a recited 'Mulga Bills Bicycle' in full oratorical splendor. Then before bed, this magical thing occurred: they recited prayers of the Catholic rosary, in perfect Latin. They sung ten hail Marys, in call-and-response, plus the other traditional prayers, without missing a beat.


I almost forget that I'm part of a culture, distinct and beautiful, endangered but not yet lost. Gatherings like this keep it alive, century after century.

The Hail Mary in latin goes like this, if you want to learn it:


Ave Maria, gratia plena Dominus tecum benedicta tu in mulieri­bus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Jesus. Sancta Maria mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.


I'm sure my ancestors up in heaven said 'Ah, lovely!' as these freely-given prayers wafted to the starry sky, reminding them of when they were young and hopeful and down here, making things happen in the world.


I love culture, and I love Christmas. I've spend too much of the past year being scared. Being alive is the thing, being able to do a whole universe of freely-chosen things in the world. So I will.


 

I've noticed that living thing, such as people, like to keep on doing what they are already doing. A couple of summers ago, I blogged every day, for 100 days, because I decided to start. Maybe momentum strikes again. Let's see what story I have for tomorrow, and if I end up creating a 2022 of my very own.



Christmas 2021 Gallery


Still splashing with little sister Katie, my guru and great buddy of almost 50 years.

Trailblazing. My neice Elizabeth didn't yet know you can slide down some waterfalls, and this was one of them. Thats what Aunties are for.

Aussie picnics aren't as composed as Japanese ones, but with a location like this river, any colourful mess is glorious.

Katie's husband Jorge, his cricket victory while drinking his tinny, with his children celebrating in the background.

Little Elizabeth grew up. She is having her first Christmas as a beautiful stylish lady, and wowing us all.

My littlest bro John is the logistics man, and made it all happen, meal after meal, excursion after excursion, for 4 days.

Michael and Miguella made so many lovely children, and I think it was a brilliant idea. Their family is like a garden of ever-blooming flowers, and constantly renewing enthusiasm.

A few minutes earlier, Michael was in his mum's lap being comforted after falling off the chair. 'Mikey hurt his wing, no more flying tonight' said dad. Yes, these parents make zippy little Christmas angels.

After-dinner Alphabet Yoga. I'm 'H' for 'Happy'

Happy Christmas!


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