A few weeks ago, as part of our summer holiday daze and savouring of the festive season, I headed off to the big city with the little boys.
One of the perks of where we live is that we can walk out the front door, down the hill, onto a ferry and there you have it... one of the world's prettiest harbours. I don't do it often enough to take it for granted. It always causes me to pause, and sigh, just for a moment. I hope my little ones remember these ferry rides fondly in the future.
So off we headed, across Sydney Harbour (all that land and all that water) to see if we could find Santa (or one of his helpers. We all know Santa is too busy at this time of year to be chit-chatting in shopping centres) ...
After a ferry and a bus ride we landed in the big bang big smoke amongst many hundred Sydney-siders. Our first destination was Elizabeth St and the Christmas window displays of David Jones department store. I don't remember making that trip as a child but I hope this will be the first of many visits for my boys. The window scenes really were beautiful, with puppets and props depicting carols and folk tales and songs. Maybe next year we'll try a visit by night, hopefully with a few less people on the streets so that we can look for longer.
Inside David Jones we did indeed find a Santa's helper who was warm and kind and chatted to Noah about where he could park his reindeer when he came to our home on Christmas eve. Charlie asked for an axe for Christmas. That was the first I'd heard of that request but he did continue to look for axe-shaped presents until all presents were unwrapped (no, he did not receive an axe. Shame).
After ice-cream sodas and cookies we toddled off to the Queen Victoria Building to see what we could see. We found a HUGE Christmas tree which we were able to stand right under and look up to the lovely domed ceiling, complete with twinkling lights and star on top. Lucky little boys. May they continue to live with blissful expectations of wonderful things, for a little while longer.
One of the perks of where we live is that we can walk out the front door, down the hill, onto a ferry and there you have it... one of the world's prettiest harbours. I don't do it often enough to take it for granted. It always causes me to pause, and sigh, just for a moment. I hope my little ones remember these ferry rides fondly in the future.
So off we headed, across Sydney Harbour (all that land and all that water) to see if we could find Santa (or one of his helpers. We all know Santa is too busy at this time of year to be chit-chatting in shopping centres) ...
After a ferry and a bus ride we landed in the big bang big smoke amongst many hundred Sydney-siders. Our first destination was Elizabeth St and the Christmas window displays of David Jones department store. I don't remember making that trip as a child but I hope this will be the first of many visits for my boys. The window scenes really were beautiful, with puppets and props depicting carols and folk tales and songs. Maybe next year we'll try a visit by night, hopefully with a few less people on the streets so that we can look for longer.
Inside David Jones we did indeed find a Santa's helper who was warm and kind and chatted to Noah about where he could park his reindeer when he came to our home on Christmas eve. Charlie asked for an axe for Christmas. That was the first I'd heard of that request but he did continue to look for axe-shaped presents until all presents were unwrapped (no, he did not receive an axe. Shame).
After ice-cream sodas and cookies we toddled off to the Queen Victoria Building to see what we could see. We found a HUGE Christmas tree which we were able to stand right under and look up to the lovely domed ceiling, complete with twinkling lights and star on top. Lucky little boys. May they continue to live with blissful expectations of wonderful things, for a little while longer.
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