Traditions - Aussie Christmas

Traditions

My name is Blyth, I am 15 and I live in Inverell. I absolutely love traditions, don't you? I don't mean boring old traditions, like "family Sundays lunch". I mean awesome stuff. I am talking about Easter, Christmas and most Important my birthday which comes every 365days.

I must tell you now that I don't really celebrate Easter, it comes and goes. I know Easter has great meaning and all but well it's just not my holiday. We don't celebrate my birthday to much either as it lands on Australia day every year. So now you must ask me, what do I celebrate? Yeah? Well I celebrate Christmas.

Every Christmas it starts at 3am when my little brother the brat and I go downstairs to have a peek to see if santy-clause has been. At 4am the bashing on mum and dads door begins. They moan and groan and complain. They tell us to go back to bed, but when we don't they finally emerge; sticking their eyeballs back their sockets. We open our presents and scoff down breakfast, then jump in the car and its off Tingha to have a day with the relies. The car trip there is always the worst, you think your siblings bad, try having a car trip with my little brother, its impossible to tell he is 13 years old, so I just have to put in my tunes and turn them up to block him out. Mum always catches up on some sleep and dad gets excited every time we go through Gilgi as he just loves the scenery of the town. If you ask me the town is pretty muchly dead its tiny and its boring. We finally get to Tingha a bit before lunch. The brat goes to the park to hang with the boys, mum helps prepare food and dad does barbie duties with uncle Will. Lacey and myself set up the volleyball net and the cricket area, for after lunch. When Grannanna calls us all together, we have the most magnificent feast every year. Just before desert we crack out the bon bons and tell everyone of how our year has been. It's all good especially when pop near has heart failure at the bon bons, you reckon he'd be used to them by now, honestly. We eat like pigs, we eat so much it is like trying to fit a pickle in a jar. Once we've eaten we talk a little and let our stomachs have a rest, before Grannanna hunts everyone outside so she can clean up.

We play some cricket, the brat thinks he is the best every year. Lacey gets out first go all the time, seriously she should do some practice in the next 365days. After that we play some volleyball, townies vs. the flies, yes that right, flies as in the fly aways, pretty smart hay?

At 4 we go down to the river for a much needed swim, chilling down at the river is always the best, even the brat and I get along so well down there in the calmness of the water and the birds and screams of excitement from the un-normal family I've have. Uncle Ike picks us up and chucks us around it scares the berjeebers out of me all the time.

We dry of and head back to the homestead eating once more on our way back up there. When we get back mum makes us shower put on fresh clothes, we say our good byes, and make promises that we nearly always never keep then head of home back to Inverell. The car trip home is never bad, the brat and I sleep the whole way home. And that's my Christmas tradition. You may think that's dull but honestly is my favourite time of the year, and I'd be starting the new year pretty Cranky if I didn't get to finish of the year with the best family anyone could ask for. My Family.