As accurate an Australian Christmas song as you’re ever likely to hear (though perhaps he should have added that every few years in Melbourne it’s white wine in the 30-degree heat and hail?), and a nice little explanation for why Christmas, for all the religion and consumerism, will remain a good thing.

My little cousins played in our white Christmas hail, but were made to wear bicycle helmets.

I don’t know, a two week cruise to Fiji is a nice gift, but I am so excited about Kirby’s autobiography.

Getting into the work sanctioned Christmas skankiness. I even wore the stockings.

My boss bought us a selection of sexy Santa outfits to wear around the office. Because that’s totally normal.

Pictured:

• Santa mini dress (with belt, mesh underskirt and fur trim).
• Knee high stockings with red love hearts and bows at the knees.
• Red elbow length gloves.

There was also a selection of tutus, halter tops and miniskirts.

Last I heard we were unimpressed by the student receptionist who came to work in a tutu. Now, who knows what’s going on?