Loved the Ozzie twang to that Xmas poem. Paddy ----- Original Message ----- From: "Cara" <cara_links@bigpond.com> To: <irl-wicklow@rootsweb.com>; <WEXFORD-L-request@rootsweb.com> Cc: <ireland-obits@rootsweb.com>; <irl-tombstone-inscriptions@rootsweb.com>; <irl-dublin@rootsweb.com>; <ireland-cemeteries@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, December 24, 2012 8:56 AM Subject: [IRELAND-CEMETERIES] Merry Christmas from down under Aussie style.to all. > 'Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn't a sound. > Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around. > We'd left on the table some tucker and beer, > Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here; > > We children were snuggled up safe in our beds, > While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads; > And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts, > Had just settled down to watch TV sports. > > When outside the house a mad ruckus arose; > Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze. > We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out, > snuck onto the deck, then let out a shout. > > Guess what had woken us up from our snooze, > But a rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty 'roos. > The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee, > And we both knew at once who this plump bloke must be. > > Now, I'm telling the truth it's all dinki-di, > Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky. > Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins, > And encouraged the 'roos, by calling their names. > > 'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane! > On Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne! > Park up on that water tank. Grab a quick drink, > I'll scoot down the gum tree. Be back in a wink!' > > So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew, > With the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too. > He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground, > Then in through the window he sprang with a bound. > > He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard. > A jolly old joker was how he appeared. > He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet, > And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat. > > His eyes - bright as opals - Oh! How they twinkled! > And, like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled! > His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly > Which shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly. > > A fat stack of prezzies he flung from his back, > And he looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack. > He spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee, > To position our goodies beneath the yule tree. > > Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two. > And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque. > A mysterious package he left for our Mum, > Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb; > > He strolled out on deck and his 'roos came on cue; > Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through. > He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates- > > MERRY CHRISTMAS to all, and goodonya, MATES!' > > > Merry Christmas to one and all and may the season, for you and yours be a > happy one. > > God Bless you all, you are such great friends as well as researchers. > > Cheers from Cara and her family. > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > IRELAND-CEMETERIES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ----- > No virus found in this message. > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > Version: 2013.0.2805 / Virus Database: 2637/5979 - Release Date: 12/22/12 > ----- No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 2013.0.2805 / Virus Database: 2637/5979 - Release Date: 12/22/12