As a little girl, I dreamed constantly of how wonderful a white Christmas must be. Snow on the ground, a crackling fire, and hot chocolate to finish off the night—heaven! Instead, my family sweltered through the Aussie summer with Christmas water fights, backyard cricket, and copious amounts of fresh seafood. It certainly wasn’t a bad way to spend the day, but I’m still dreaming of a White Christmas.
This vintage Greyhound advertisement from the 1950s is what I always imagined my Christmas morning would involve—given a few years practice and Hollywood-esque weather conditions of course: