Hi to alll,
I had nothing to last night and ended up trawling through some old Emails and found this which was sent to me a couple of years ago by an Aussie Mate
Hope you enjoy
Night Before Christmas in Aussie Land
'Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn't a sound
Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around
We'd left on the table some tucker and beer
Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads
And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house a mad ruckus arose
Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze
We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out
Snuck onto the deck, and then let out a shout.
Guess what had woken us up from our snooze
But a rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty 'roos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee
And we both knew at once who this plump bloke must be
Now, I'm telling the truth its all dinki-di
Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky
Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins
And encouraged the 'roos, by calling their names
'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane!
On Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne!
Park up on that water tank and grab a quick drink
I'll scoot down the gum tree. Be back in a wink!'
So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew
With the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too
He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground
Then in through the window he sprang with a bound
He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard
A jolly old joker was how he appeared.
He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet
And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat.
His eyes - bright as opals - Oh! How they twinkled!
And, like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled!
His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly
Which shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly
A fat stack of prezzies he flung from his back
And he looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack
He spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee
To position our goodies beneath the yule tree
Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two
And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque
A mysterious package he left for our Mum
Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb
He strolled out on the deck and his 'roos came on cue
Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through
He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates-
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!'
Merry Christmas to you all, and I hope you have a wonderful time with family and friends and the weather does not disrupt festivities
Kiwi Don, sitting in the sun and having a quiet cold beverage.
