‘Twas on a night like this,
a balmy summer plight,
and not a breeze could be felt,
still the air as stars did melt
upon the purple hues of sky.
Children tucked up tight in bed,
did dream of wishes, Christmas
gifts and tinsel trees all bauble wrapped
as lights aglow did flicker,
and morning was too slow to come.
And quietly in the dead of night
a jolly soul in fire’s light, did
under tree arrange, the presents
for the sleeping kids, at first light to allay,
their fears of blackest coal.
Instead on best behaviour,
each child a gift from Santa’s bag,
excitement and joyful surprise
awaited everyone, as morning sun
did glimmer on the far horizon.
And parents blurry eyed
did stand with smiles a mile wide,
as kids in frantic tearing states,
opened every wrapped up gift,
and with oohs and aahs relate
their joy of pleasured morn.
They checked that Santa’s milk was drunk
and carrots for the reindeer gone,
and footprints of snow
upon the floor did bestow Santa’s visit,
as tired eyes did sympathize the show.
And so had Christmas day begun,
a steamy hot and baked Aussie one,
no real snow to be seen,
its bathers and to the beach they go,
blue skies and a cicada rasping show,
the backdrop of the day.
Merry Bloody Christmas to All!
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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