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  • Dec 23, 2020, 07:23 PM
    paraclete
    Happy Christmas
    I just want to wish you all a Happy Christmas and a return to better times in the coming year.
  • Dec 24, 2020, 06:15 AM
    tomder55
    Have yourself a merry little Christmas from Meet me in St Louis by Judy Garland ....

    Have yourself a merry little Christmas
    Let your heart be light
    Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
    Have yourself a merry little Christmas
    Make the yuletide gay
    Next year all our troubles will be miles away
    Once again as in olden days
    Happy golden days of yore
    Faithful friends who were near to us
    Will be dear to us once more
    Someday soon we all will be together
    If the fates allow
    Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow
    So have yourself a merry little Christmas now
  • Dec 24, 2020, 12:41 PM
    talaniman
    I hope you all enjoy a blessed safe HOLIDAY season.
  • Dec 24, 2020, 02:02 PM
    tomder55
    I celebrate them all except Festivus
  • Dec 24, 2020, 02:39 PM
    jlisenbe
    Merry Christmas to all of you. God bless you all.
  • Dec 24, 2020, 04:49 PM
    paraclete
    The sun burns hotly thro' the gums
    As down the road old Rogan comes -
    The hatter from the lonely hut
    Beside the track to Woollybutt.
    He likes to spend his Christmas with us here.
    He says a man gets sort of strange
    Living alone without a change,
    Gets sort of settled in his way;
    And so he comes each Christmas day
    To share a bite of tucker and a beer.

    Dad and the boys have nought to do,
    Except a stray odd job or two.
    Along the fence or in the yard,
    "It ain't a day for workin' hard."
    Says Dad. "One day a year don't matter much."
    And then dishevelled, hot and red,
    Mum, thro' the doorway puts her head
    And says, "This Christmas cooking, My!
    The sun's near fit for cooking by."
    Upon her word she never did see such.

    "Your fault," says Dad, "you know it is.
    Plum puddin'! on a day like this,
    And roasted turkeys! Spare me days,
    I can't get over women's ways.
    In climates such as this the thing's all wrong.
    A bit of cold corned beef an' bread
    Would do us very well instead."
    Then Rogan said, "You're right; it's hot.
    It makes a feller drink a lot."
    And Dad gets up and says, "Well, come along."

    The dinner's served - full bite and sup.
    "Come on," says Mum, "Now all sit up."
    The meal takes on a festive air;
    And even father eats his share
    And passes up his plate to have some more.
    He laughs and says it's Christmas time,
    "That's cookin', Mum. The stuffin's prime."
    But Rogan pauses once to praise,
    Then eats as tho' he'd starved for days.
    And pitches turkey bones outside the door.

    The sun burns hotly thro' the gums,
    The chirping of the locusts comes
    Across the paddocks, parched and grey.
    "Whew!" wheezes Father. "What a day!"
    And sheds his vest. For coats no man had need.
    Then Rogan shoves his plate aside
    And sighs, as sated men have sighed,
    At many boards in many climes
    On many other Christmas times.
    "By gum!" he says, "That was a slap-up feed!"

    Then, with his black pipe well alight,
    Old Rogan brings the kids delight
    By telling o'er again his yarns
    Of Christmas tide 'mid English barns
    When he was, long ago, a farmer's boy.
    His old eyes glisten as he sees
    Half glimpses of old memories,
    Of whitened fields and winter snows,
    And yuletide logs and mistletoes,
    And all that half-forgotten, hallowed joy.

    The children listen, mouths agape,
    And see a land with no escape
    Fro biting cold and snow and frost -
    A land to all earth's brightness lost,
    A strange and freakish Christmas land to them.
    But Rogan, with his dim old eyes
    Grown far away and strangely wise
    Talks on; and pauses but to ask
    "Ain't there a drop more in that cask?"
    And father nods; but Mother says "Ahem!"

    The sun slants redly thro' the gums
    As quietly the evening comes,
    And Rogan gets his old grey mare,
    That matches well his own grey hair,
    And rides away into the setting sun.
    "Ah, well," says Dad. "I got to say
    I never spent a lazier day.
    We ought to get that top fence wired."
    "My!" sighs poor Mum. "But I am tired!
    An' all that washing up still to be done."

    A bush Christmas by CJ Dennis
  • Dec 24, 2020, 05:02 PM
    tomder55
    oh yeah it's summer down there .
  • Dec 25, 2020, 02:03 PM
    paraclete
    more like spring actually
  • Dec 25, 2020, 02:44 PM
    tomder55
    same here 50 degrees today in NY . Down south they had frost .
  • Dec 25, 2020, 03:44 PM
    paraclete
    Yes it was fairly cold in the early morning, la nina, better than the summer heat
  • Dec 28, 2020, 08:08 PM
    talaniman
    The holiday season continues so enjoy it.
  • Dec 28, 2020, 09:21 PM
    paraclete
    yes the New Year cometh, Nostradamus has predicted a doozy

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