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Australian
Christmas
If you've never had your Christmas lunch,
  beneath a nice cool tree,
And listened to cicada's sing and watched
  that busy bee,
Gather pollen from the blossoms, as the
  ants march single file,
Then my friends, you're missing much,
This is Christmas...Aussie style.
Watching children drop from branches,
  from a knotted makeshift swing,
Hear their squeals of sheer abandon,
  at the splash their bodies bring,
If you've never sat and waited for
  the billy for a while,
Then my friends, you're missing much,
This is Christmas...Aussie style.
If you've never felt the heat of day,while
  eating Christmas fare,
And you're huddled 'round the fireplace,
  when snow has chilled the air,
Just think of us, 'downunder', and we'll
  try to hide our smile,
Because my friends, you're missing much,
This is Christmas...Aussie style.
We wish you well, 'upover', and give you
  Christmas cheer,
We'll even toast your health and wealth,
  while drinking a cold beer,
We may be at a BBQ, or driving that
  last mile,
Because my friends, you're missing much,
This is Christmas...Aussie style !
Author Pamela Blyss 2001. All rights reserved
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