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Since those early days many more wise men and ladies and children from
Australia and all over the world have travelled to the Blue Mountains every
June, July and August to enjoy a Northern Hemisphere style 'Christmas in
Winter'.
Besides the crisp Blue Mountains' air and great hospitality, revellers
have enjoyed mulled wine and egg nog by the gallon, pulled
bon-bons and worn silly hats, eaten turkey, ham, plum pudding and mince
pies till they could burst, sat on Santa's knee, sung carols round
the fire till they were hoarse and drunk enough port to fill Sydney
harbour.
Along the way they have had the doubtful experience of meeting the 'Hairy
Fairy', had dinner with that naughty Reg Livermore in all his incarnations,
been under the tables during a wartime air raid, danced like crazy to the
'Heartbeats', had a 'Fawlty
Yulefest', been shot at by bushrangers, tried (and given up) to work out
'Who Killed Santa Claus' (all seven of them) and been served by the crazy
'Manuel' (he's from Barcelona you know!).
Those wanting a quieter or more 'refined' time have enjoyed world-class
fine dining, private house parties, grand black tie balls and delightful
carols round the grand piano.
Most of all they have been to some of the greatest parties of all time at
'Yulefest' in Australia's beautiful, world heritage listed, Blue
Mountains.
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