'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 beer,
...Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here;
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.
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 kangaroos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling 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 at 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 Claus 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 goanna, 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 stack 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.
A 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 past the gates-
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!'
meetoo said
04:06 PM Dec 18, 2017
Good ones Jules. Merry Xmas to you and everyone else.
Cheers, John.
the rocket said
05:51 PM Dec 18, 2017
Hi jules, i enjoyed that. Thanks. Hope u n billleeee have a very happy christmas.
landy said
10:33 PM Dec 18, 2017
Good one Jules, and Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Cupie said
10:53 PM Dec 18, 2017
A beaudy. I'll include that in my XMAS Emails this year.
Merry Christmas to you & all The Grey Nomads too.
Have a happy, healthy & safe 2018
Craig1 said
09:52 PM Dec 20, 2017
Thanks to all members for the past 18 months, entertainment, handy hints,some great tech advice, not too much b.s. and bring on the political incorrect. A Very Merry Christmas to All, no "happy holidays" here. cheers Craig. And a Great Poem Jules
Gaylehere said
10:45 PM Dec 20, 2017
A very Merry Christmas and safe travels to all. Cheers.
Bushpie said
05:33 PM Dec 22, 2017
Yes,........to you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year........
Thanks for all the joy you have spread over the past year.........
So looking forward to 2018 it should be a ripper
Take care all and enjoy the festive season........
Aus-Kiwi said
05:39 PM Dec 22, 2017
Yes marry merry Christmas to all !! From Aussie ( West Island ) to Zealand . ( North & South Islands )
Relax-n said
11:34 PM Dec 22, 2017
Wishing One and All a Merry Christmas and a Fantastic New Year
May you and your family be happy and healthy and that 2018 is better than 2017
Eat, Drink, Be Merry, but most of all - Drive safe and enjoy life
Night Before Christmas in Aussie land
'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 beer,
...Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here;
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.
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 kangaroos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling 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 at 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 Claus 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 goanna, 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 stack 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.
A 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 past the gates-
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!'
Good ones Jules. Merry Xmas to you and everyone else.
Cheers, John.
Hi jules, i enjoyed that. Thanks. Hope u n billleeee have a very happy christmas.
A beaudy. I'll include that in my XMAS Emails this year.
Merry Christmas to you & all The Grey Nomads too.
Have a happy, healthy & safe 2018
Thanks for all the joy you have spread over the past year.........
So looking forward to 2018 it should be a ripper
Take care all and enjoy the festive season........
May you and your family be happy and healthy and that 2018 is better than 2017
Eat, Drink, Be Merry, but most of all - Drive safe and enjoy life