To add to yesterday’s end-of-school-year poem, here’s another from my files, which I’ve posted on my blog before.

 

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 see 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

Is not likely to impress him much.

 

Santa 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 its ridgy didge

To sing a song that tells the truth.

 

(Copyright Sally Murphy)