An Aussie Christmas

At some point, before i am old and dribbling down my cardigan in an old peoples home, i would like to visit Australia but apart from it being the place where it seems all the wildlife is trying to kill you, i wouldn't want to go at this time of year because an Australian Christmas seems wrong in every way.
Of course it isn't their fault that they are in the Southern Hemisphere and December falls in the summer for them but singing Carols and Christmas songs in 30C heat isn't really entering into the spirit of all things Festive.
Throw in that the original Pagan festival before the Christians conveniently shifted their guy's birthday to December 25th was to celebrate the longest night which in Australia happens to be in June just seems to add to the wrongness of it all down under.
My Aussie pal admits that the Northern Hemisphere folk do seem to be a bit more enthusiastic for Christmas than her fellow Aussies who chuck another prawn on the Barbie and go for a swim.
On the other hand, a British Christmas seems to involve it being cold, rainy and foggy so maybe it is us doing it the wrong way.
Nah, it's them.