Since we were out late on Christmas Eve, we slept in until 10 a.m. on Christmas Day. We relaxed. Olivia opened a few small gifts that I brought along. We watched Christmas movies on the television before heading out at noon for another day of fun in Sydney.
As I briefly mentioned before, Australia celebrates Christmas during the summer. It tends to be warm and sunny. And when we asked the few Aussies that we know for advice on how to celebrate a traditional Australian Christmas they all said the same thing: go to the beach and eat food made on the barbecue, or as they call it, the barbie.
Further research showed that this time at the beach is a big drunk fest and not the Christmas atmosphere we wanted to expose Olivia to, so instead we opted to go to one of the few places opened on Christmas Day: Sydney's Wildlife World.
There, with a bunch of Indian tourists, we learned about the wild animals of the outback. We saw a crocodile eat a chicken. We petted a sleeping koala and paid for our picture to be taken with it. And we watched the sleeping kangeroos.
Eventually we found oursleves in a Lego room and Olivia was in heaven.
Apparently there was some kind of special Lego displays at popular Sydney attractions while we were there. Olivia loved them and said "cheese" everytime we took her photo in front of one.
After touring the city, we walked to the hotel where we enjoyed room service and a movie. A quiet Christmas. A peaceful Christmas. My kind of Christmas.
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Sounds like you had a wonderful and memorable Christmas! It sure beats being stuck in a VW rabbit for nearly 4 hours with your husband, toddler and parents driving 15 mph in a Christmas Eve blizzard hoping to get home before Christmas itself... :)
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