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| Australian Christmas |
| If you've never had your Christmas lunch, beneath a nice cool tree, And listened to cicada's sing and watched that busy bee, Gather pollen from the blossoms, as the ants march single file, Then my friends, you're missing much, This is Christmas...Aussie style. |
| Watching children drop from branches, from a knotted makeshift swing, Hear their squeals of sheer abandon, at the splash their bodies bring, If you've never sat and waited for the billy for a while, Then my friends, you're missing much, This is Christmas...Aussie style. |
| If you've never felt the heat of day,while eating Christmas fare, And you're huddled 'round the fireplace, when snow has chilled the air, Just think of us, 'downunder', and we'll try to hide our smile, Because my friends, you're missing much, This is Christmas...Aussie style. |
| We wish you well, 'upover', and give you Christmas cheer, We'll even toast your health and wealth, while drinking a cold beer, We may be at a BBQ, or driving that last mile, Because my friends, you're missing much, This is Christmas...Aussie style ! |
| Poem written by Birdie, especially for this page, November 2000. All rights reserved. |
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