Christmas time comes again
Shared together with relatives and friends
Reminding us of times gone past
Of happiness to forever last
When was your first Christmas Tree
On a hot summers night with glee
And the jolly old man in red
Straight from the North Pole no snow instead
Of carols on the back of trucks
And coloured lights tinsel and such
Nativity scenes in the church yard
Where childhood and happiness starred
With songs of white boomers flying high
No snow for us at Christmas oh my
But ice cream and beaches in the sun
Australian summers and Christmas made for fun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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