Christmas Day

Christmas in Summer is the strangest thing,

You'd say we forgot if not for the heat,

Yet of a "White Christmas" we still do sing,

While sweating our way down the local street.

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Hot dinner you'll still find upon tables,

Preluded by prawn cocktails and cold beer.

A man in red suit just like the fables,

And carrots left out to feed the reindeer.

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Kids testing out new toys at crack of dawn,

Beds where parents are no longer laying.

In a blow up pool we sit on front lawn,

Cold drink in hand with Cold Chisel playing.

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And so you can keep your Christmas snow white,

I'll take mine with sun and summer delight.