We all love Christmas. But sometimes we forget about how the rest of the world celebrates it.
I’m from Brazil (Pedro from the content team). So, I’m going to talk about the traditions of my beautiful, wild and restless home country, and how they differ to those in the UK.
Christmas in Brazil
Now, my Christmas is pretty different when compared to a British Christmas. Let me explain:
Dreaming of a white Christmas
The first thing you’d notice is the temperature change. Brazil, being in the southern hemisphere, is extremely hot during Christmas.
No white Christmas for us!
***weeps as the snowman of his heart melts into water***
The night before Christmas
Our festivities start slightly earlier too. Families gather on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day.
Being a religious country, praying usually happens before dinner: we pray for good fortune, health and peace for the upcoming year.
The Feast of Champions
Each family celebrates in their own way but usually, aside from the main poultry, we have some sort of fish and red meat too, not to mention the ENDLESS sides that accompany them. Truly, a feast to rival the banquet hall of Henry VIII!
Once that is over, we FINALLY ***God help us*** gather up and open the presents.
The British Christmas
Let’s take the average Christmas of my fellow BoroughBoxer, Ed:
His older sister - who is a 27-year-old project manager working for the NHS - wakes him up at 7am wearing a zebra onesie, telling him to hurry up and head across the landing to the room of his parents.
Yes, his family STILL open their stockings with their parents. Yes, they are all in their twenties.
They indulge in the annual in-family joke: his mother gives his father a sponge, and his father gives his mother a blue dish-cloth - highlighting a long-held intra-family philosophical feud (and quite a controversial one at that) regarding the most efficient type of cleaning product.
Let’s get merry
Bacon butties, church, Christmas hymns, back home for Bucks Fizz (orange juice and champagne) at 11am.
The family hoover-up Christmas chocolate coins. His father puts on his ‘Christmas Classical’ CD, the same every year, and inevitably proceeds to play the human-trombone.
They open their presents, lying under the tree. Ed’s presents can usually be identified because they look like they’ve been wrapped by a man with no hands.
5pm. What the world has been waiting for: Christmas dinner cooked expertly by his mother. Bacon-wrapped sausages, roast turkey, creamy potatoes in a white peppercorn sauce, ***getting hungry just typing this out***, fried buttery carrots, pork and apple stuffing, bread sauce - the list goes on.
Everyone eats at least two adult portions. It’s Christmas after all!
And then Christmas crackers with their terrible Christmas-y jokes. Ed’s aunt, as usual, opens a cracker and proceeds to tell her own joke, a joke fouler than the cussing of a sailor returning to shore after 12 months at sea.
Then a game of charades. Everyone waits until it gets to Ed, who performs what he performs every year:
His father does what he does every year: leave the table, and get more beer.
No matter where you are in the world, Christmas is a time of joy, love and lots of food!
If you celebrate with your family, friends or even alone, we here at the BoroughBox HQ wish you a Merry Christmas and hope you had an absolutely fantastic time.