Reflections of Christmas
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat It clearly wasn’t an Aussie who first penned that. The truth is, I’ve never, ever tasted goose.
It’s not that I’m a hermit or some type of recluse. Even back in England, way back in the Old Dart, In the land of plum puddings and the festive mince tart,
Goose was never on the menu; it was more like pork or ham
Of maybe a stuffed turkey or suet pudding laced with jam.
But that all changed one day when out to Aus I flew
And discovered I liked prawns – and more than just a few!
I discovered seafood lunches and garlic bread to chew
With the grand old tradition of the Aussie BBQ. It’s hot out there as well with lots of flies to swat And of course the heat means that you have to drink a lot.
Eggnog and sherry is not the Aussie tipple More like Champagne or beer – and more than just a little!
In England, Santa down the chimney will come, With toys for the children and gifts for everyone. There are no chimneys in Australian, but when all is said and done,
He just turns up at a party and joins in all the fun. We both have Christmas stockings crammed with lots of stuff
And children getting presents – they cannot get enough!
We both have the stress of shopping and the frantic Christmas rush
But the berries on the holly are replaced with
We both have our religions and some to church do go
And Santa rings his bell and calls out ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’ But no matter who you worship or how you celebrate
Treat everyone as your brother and learn to love, not hate.