Generally, Christmas in New Zealand means a work do, if not several, and possibly a trip to the the bach (or crib) for what is also summer holidays. The past five (that I've enjoyed in various locations throughout the country) have been cooler than average. Not complaining though as the autumn weather has been nothing short of glorious anywhere I have been fortunate enough to have spent it.
But not this year. While it might have been a rainy day in Wellington, it was well below zero here in the deep freeze of an Atlantic Canadian winter. We supped this warming, aromatic concoction while watching what was to be yet another 25cm of snow fall outside over the glow of Christmas lights.