a bush christmas
“Pavlova, trifle and pudding trick us into thinking we weren’t quite full from lunch.”
IT STARTS WITH A FLURRY OF FOOTSTEPS and a cacophony of excited voices. We lie in bed, smiling through bleary eyes and anticipating the crash tackle of four warm little bodies landing on top of our doona.
Christmas morning is one of the few mornings in the year where our kids are up at
