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      An Aussie Night before Christmas

      Adapted by Yvonne Morrisin

      ‘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 eer.
      Hoping that Santa Clause
      Soon would be here:

      We children we snuggled up safe in our beds.
      While dreams of pavola danced in our heads:
      And mum in her nightie, and dad in his shorts.
      Had settled down to watch TV sports.

      Whe outside the house
      A mad ruckus arose:
      Loud squeaking and banging
      Woke us from our dose.

      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 giigling with glee,
      And we both knew at once
      Who this plump bloke must be.

      Now, I’m telling the truth – it’s all dinki-di,
      Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
      Santa leaned out the window to pull on 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 Clause 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 goanne,
      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 sack 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.

      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 through the gates –
      Merry Christmas to all
      And goodonya, mates!

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      Hi Di,
      the girls really like this and have printed it to take to my mums tonite as we go there for tea every xmas eve.
      Have good one and see you soon
      Haylsxx :lol:

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      Senior Member
      Join Date
      Oct 2006
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      ...really liked that! thanks.

      Me too, gonna print it off and send in xmas cards that I send out from oz next year!

      Chris, Sarah, Molly & Phoebe - Arrived in Adelaide 21st August 2007, Living in Moana



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