Merry Christmas from Tasmania (where any word that can be shortened, will be)! Hobart doesn’t get as gussied up for Christmas as the US (or Singapore, for that matter) — Christmas here seems to be much more about the food — but the horses do get a touch of red:

We spent our Christmas day eating (at a giant buffet at Wrest Point that was like a wedding with no bride) …

… strolling along the water …

… walking by the small houses and amazing gardens of Sandy Bay …

… hiking to Silver Falls…

… finding Christmassy proteas (Tasmanian waratah) …

… and Christmassy junipers (mountain pinkberry) …

… driving up to the moon-rock summit of Mt. Wellington …

… and stopping to smell the roses:

We ended the evening with a spread of local cheeses and crackers in front of the fire on our porch. Happy Holidays, everyone!