REBEKAH DEVLIN OUT OF THE BOX
CHRISTMAS Eve is one of those sacred nights in my family. When I was young, living in country Victoria, we’d go to the Barling family’s house, get Chinese takeaway and sing along to the carols. It was magic.
Mum tells people there’s a five-year-old kid trapped inside me. I squeal when the tree goes up, bake enough cakes and slices to feed the entire neighbourhood, handmake presents, and of course, check my list twice.
I adore spending time with family, making more of an effort to give to charity, catching up with friends and letting the people I love know just how special they are to me.
To me, Christmas begins at 8pm on December 24, when the carols start. I turn down offers from friends to go out boozing and sit with my fam- ily, light a bunch of candles and sing my heart out.
Mum used to make my sister and I matching Christmas outfits — she’d always be so busy, staying up late sewing them on Christmas Eve.
Even if you’re not religious, I challenge you not to get a bit emotional when Marina Prior, Silvie Paladino and, of course, Denis Walter take to the stage in front of that sea of light to sing classics such as Mary’s Boy Child and O Holy Night. I used to dream I’d stand on that stage in front of all those people and see the massed candles, but sadly my singing voice won’t get me there.
My only hope is to steal the hosting gig from Karl and Lisa. Hmmm, now there’s an idea.
No, they do a good job — I much prefer them to Ray.
Though the Carols did lose the plot a few years back when it turned into the Newton family show; the whole clan sang and danced for act after act. Talk about cheesy and indulgent.
Carols this year is celebrating its 73rd birthday, which is an incredible feat.
And as for that five-year-old trapped inside me, I hope she never escapes. Carols by Candlelight 8pm, Channel 9
Emotional: Marina Prior.