I love Christmas. I want to marry it.

One of the most fun things about Christmas, in my never wrong opinion, is christmas lights. I love hunting for the best streets and gazing at the thousand of little sparkles that people cover their homes in, all in the name of Christmas.

It says something about the people who live there. They have Christmas in their hearts. 

Each year, our family gets together and we all trek down to our family friends house. He was my teacher in grade four and five. He and my dad bonded over Bob Dylan - and now he's part of the family.

My brother's middle name is Dylan. In case you are interested. 

The evening usually consists of large quantities of food, lots of Christmas music, and counting down the minutes until it's dark enough to fully appreciate the lights.

And then we go out walking.

The kids could spend hours in front of houses like these, eating fairy floss and popcorn. And snow cones - if it were hot enough to need snow cones, that is.

Isn't it meant to be summer in Australia?

It doesn't stop them eating ice blocks after dinner though.

This family evening usually occurs in the week leading up to Christmas. I love that I still get flutters in my heart thinking about it. I love it! I love what it means to our family, and love what it means to our kids. It's not just about presents for them, it's about food, cousins, late nights and parties. And of course the Christmas music that becomes the soundtrack to December. The kids even request it in the car.

Love those kids.

Four sleeps to go!

xx