I’m Dreaming of a Beach Christmas
Southern Hemisphere Festivities

Sand underfoot and a towel by the water, Glistening waves throwing foamy spray skywards, Soft fluffy clouds mar a perfect blue sky Gulls float lazily in a breezeless sky Laughter echoes up and down the beach
I close my eyes, feel the sun on my face, Dig my toes in the sand, shells smooth underfoot, Waves rush to shore, foaming, frolicking. Salt dries on my skin, crystals a reminder Of another hemisphere, cold, wintery.
Rocks glisten in the waning sun, Bathed in a soft salty caress, Small unruly urchins cluster, Mini crustacean reindeer in rockpool heaven Bringing gifts fresh from the sea.
Long afternoons, cool drinks, a salad spread Festive cheer, a tree with lights, Songs of celebration sing of winter, snow, Sleighbells ring, a world away, as birds Warble to the deepening blue sky.
Evening arrives, a cooling touch Gently soothing sun-kissed skin. Sparkling laughter fills the backyard, A drink in hand, I toast the weather Goddess, This land of a summer Christmas.
Growing up in the Southern Hemisphere in Australia you are always very aware of the wintery Festive traditions. Christmas cards have snow motifs, trees topped with snow, a warm-clad Father Christmas in a sleigh. The reality is quite different when the month of December is the start of summer and school holidays and beach time!
December is always a frenetic burst of energy before the real relaxation begins. Schools have Christmas concerts and end-of-year celebrations, communities sing carols from Europe, we all decorate trees with baubles, and we wilt in the heat, running quickly from the supermarket to the airconditioned car before the hot bitumen burns us from the feet up, or melts onto our shoes.
The nostalgia and longing for a white Christmas somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere runs deep, perhaps many of us wanting at least one “proper Christmas” in our lives. Now as a resident of the Northern Hemisphere I relish the darkness, the twinkling lights, the hope for snow, but I long for the sand under my feet, a warm breeze on my brow, sunscreen on my skin.
Not long now…
~thanks for reading~
Thanks to Christina Ward 🎄 for the prompt
Lisa is a poet and writer. She also works in a maritime museum. Lisa lives in a beautiful part of Finland surrounded by water and forest. If you’d like to hear from Lisa, you can sign up to her newsletter. And read some more poetry:
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