Christmas to me means hot days at the beach, the smell of sunscreen and sand sticking to my sunburnt skin Piercing sun and afternoon rain showers, but there is always an electricity of excitement in the air. When we were younger, we would pile into the car and head to Kingscliff. I miss the smell of dry pine trees and all us kids running wild through the park, playing with our new loot, than cooling off in the crashing Pacific waves. The year before last, we found ourselves alone on Christmas day, me and my twin, in our St Kilda apartment. After opening our single present to each other, we spent the majority of the day cooking up a storm, with no hungry mouths to feed. Instead of letting the food spoil in the 40 degree heat, we had the ingenious idea to roll ourselves a little green happiness, eat and reminisce about previous Christmas's. This year, a distant memory away, I watched the first snow flakes float down and settle on my sleeve. I didn't believe my eyes at fir...