It’s Poetry Friday and it’s only 2 weeks till Christmas, so to celebrate I thought I’d share an Australian Christmas poem I wrote several years ago.
When I was growing up, all the Christmas stories, songs and television shows focussed on cold, and snow. and hot meals. And every Christmas where I was it would be hot and sunny, and we would try to keep cool with cool drinks and swimming exepditions. It seems a huge contraditicon. Luckily, in recent years Australian publishers and creators have worked to produce more Australian Christmas content, but still there’s lots of talk of snowmen and icicles and such.
So here’s my Aussie Christmas song:
We sing of jingle bells and snow,
of warm red suits and ho ho ho;
but none of this is quite the way
when it is Christmas here below.
Downunder in good old Aussieland
it’s time for sun and surf and sand.
It’s hot, not cold, it’s summertime
and summer treats are in demand.
Hard work for reindeer in this heat.
Hot roofs would burn their tender feet
and racing through the summer skies
would soon leave them feeling beat.
And as for Santa in fur and such:
he’d soon feel overdressed a touch.
Being snug and warm in blistering heat
isn’t likely to impress him much.
He also needs roos for the job
of sleigh-pulling – an Aussie mob
to get him moving all around
from Sydney town to Iron Knob.
His suit, too, needs an overthrow:
a new outfit, from head to toe.
Some boardies, a singlet and some thongs
would seem to be the way to go.
So let’s not sing of snow and ice,
instead I’ll give you this advice:
roos, utes and summer are the go
for Christmas songs that sound real nice.
So ripper, bonza, beudy, strewth!
Though you might think my song uncouth
it’s true blue and it’s ridgy didge
to sing a song that tells the truth.
(Poem copyright Sally Murphy)