Christmas Spirit attempts in Sydney

I recently had heard the song Jingle Bells being played inside a shopping mall, with a temperature outside reaching towards thirty degrees. Shockingly, as I took a few steps forward I noticed a Santa Claus dressed in winter outfit. I just instantly felt like vomiting! It was such a weird feeling. As if I was experiencing a biological culture shock. I guess my body with its circadian rhythm was actually missing the winter. The cold. As if my body wants to prepare itself for the winter but instead has to cope with another summer. Confusing. Also, normally around this time of the year I usually start singing my favourite Christmas song: Let it Snow, day in day out. But here it just feels plain wrong singing it. Because the weather isn’t frightful, and the songs certainly aren’t delightful! I miss running around with my Christmas hat on harassing housemates, our any other person for that matter, whom just came home escaping the unbearable cold, while Mariah Carey and Michael Bublé X-mas edition songs are competing in the CD-player. But instead, I am having a X-mas BBQ with my lab colleagues in Centennial Park coming Friday. Luckily I brought my bright red shorts, cause I won’t be needing my woollen Christmas vest with reindeers (which I don’t really possess, but adds a nice dramatic effect for this blog purposes)

But then again… when I look in the mirror and I see my tanned body and lightened blonde hair, all my Christmas miseries just melts like snow for the really, really bright Aussie sun.