December

I composed this a few weeks ago on a trip. I had nothing to do but wait, no internet access and so I decided it would be a good time to write a poem. This was done in about twenty minutes. I didn't think to upload it until now.

-Amino

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Australia -a great expanse

Of desert winds and sand

We live upon the coastal edge

Of this great southern land.

Christmas is not snow for us

Nor jackets, boots or cold

But scorching sun and hats and shorts

And thongs for young and old.

Our Santa has no elfish cap

No sleigh and no reindeer.

He wishes that we leave no milk

But a cold and frosty beer.

He drives a Ute with gifts in back

And leaves them at the door.

We have no chimneys to climb down

Yet barbeques galore.

We hold our old traditions

Our culture keeps us strong

For December is our summer

And as such our days are long

With cockatoos to wake us

And bats to signal night

The Christmas Beetles show up

Wherever there is light

You’ll find our people friendly

Without a given reason

There’s nowhere I would rather be

To celebrate the season.