The Australian Christmas Song

Pale skin roasting in the Aussie sun

Mozzies nipping at your toes

Drunken refrains being squawked by galahs

And folks stripping off all their clothes


Barbeques cause raging bush fires

Making all our trees alight

The sun doesn’t set till 8:35

I guess there’s no peace till midnight


We know that mum is on her way

With food to feed a village and presents sought for days

She’s had to fight through hordes of frenzied ones

To get the prawns – her work’s now halfway done


And so amidst the crazed cacophany

Remember what Christmas’ is all about

Altho’ it’s been said many times many ways

God is with us, Rejoice.


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