Another Aussie Christmas offering this week. There’s a few very Aussie words in this one, so it will be interesting to see if it’s understandable to my Northern hemisphere poetry friends. Let me know if there’s anything you don’t get!
A 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 surely 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
is not going 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, 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)
This week’s Poetry Friday roundup is being hosted by Steps and Staircases. Head over there to see what other poetry goodness is on offer this week.
Also, if you are looking for a quick Christmas craft activity, you can help your children make a a pair of Christmas antlers just like those Sage Cookson wears on the copy of my latest book. You can find printable pages, and instructions here.