... in July.
The decorations are going up again; they've got men in cherry pickers trimming the tree in Martin Place; there's a huge white silver streamer draped outside the Oaks that's possibly supposed to suggest snow; it's 98 degrees. 98 degrees!!! Even if science isn't their strongest suit, surely someone could have worked out that snow is unlikely in such circumstances? But perhaps it's more about hope, you know, a sort of wistful longing that after the koalas finish their Christmas Eve conversations the snow will begin to fall gently and a winter wonderland will magically appear for the day.
Well, one can always hope. Not much else you want to do when it's 98 degrees.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
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We've been through this Kim. The snowy white Christmas crap is only for international corporations who have their headquarters in Europe or North America or somewhere equally stupid and don't know the difference.
Proper Australian decorations consist of a gum tree branch dragged in from somewhere adorned with red tinsel and plastic birds and ... beer bottles or something.
Happy Christmas!
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