An Aussie Christmas

‘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, 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 it’s all dinky-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. 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 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 EVERYONE, and good onya, MATES!”

— Author unknown

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About dazzlerplus

Writing about the things that interest me helps me to discover what I think. One of my loves is the Australian Outback, and I travel out there often, and when possible take friends with me.
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2 Responses to An Aussie Christmas

  1. Love it. Thanks. I’m sure you’ve seen this one, but I love it, as well — Aussie Jingle Bells. Fun to note how many things the two poems have in common, from utes to barbecues.

    Dashing through the bush,
    in a rusty Holden Ute,
    Kicking up the dust,
    esky in the boot,
    Kelpie by my side,
    singing Christmas songs,
    It’s Summer time and I am in
    my singlet, shorts and thongs

    Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
    Christmas in Australia
    on a scorching summers day, Hey!
    Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
    Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

    Engine’s getting hot;
    we dodge the kangaroos,
    The swaggie climbs aboard,
    he is welcome too.
    All the family’s there,
    sitting by the pool,
    Christmas Day the Aussie way,
    by the barbecue.

    Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
    Christmas in Australia
    on a scorching summers day, Hey!
    Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
    Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

    Come the afternoon,
    Grandpa has a doze,
    The kids and Uncle Bruce,
    are swimming in their clothes.
    The time comes ’round to go,
    we take the family snap,
    Pack the car and all shoot through,
    before the washing up.

    Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
    Christmas in Australia
    on a scorching summers day, Hey!
    Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
    Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

    • dazzlerplus says:

      Of course, w.a.! Well done! I had a vague feeling of deja vu when I added the post, but couldn’t put my finger on it. Anyway, I’m pretty sure Santa’s rusty ute would’ve been a Holden — maybe he actually borrowed the Jingle Bells one.

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