an aussie night before christmas

thought this was cute

merry christmas xxxxx :)

an aussie night before christmas!

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 out 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 cheerfull man driving
was giggling with glee
and we both knew at once
who this plump bloke must be

now im telling the truth it’s all dinki-di
those eight kangaroos fairly soared throught the sky

santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins
and encouraged the roo’s 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 red 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 sack full of prezzies
he flung from his back
and he looked like a swaggie
unfastening his pack
he spoke not a word
but he bent down on one knee
to position our goodies
beneath the yule tree

surfboard and foot-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 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 CHRISTAMS TO ALL,AND GOODONYA,MATES!!