Tis
the day before Christmas and all through the hood
Aromas
of great cooking are smelling so good
Gifts are ready in pretty green wrap
We've survived the shopping, the crowds and crap
His Majesty is sprawled in his favourite chair
Unalarmed
by the kookaburra’s call in the air
And Meyles
in his sunscreen and sensible hat
Is tending
the veggies to make them grow fat
The neighbours
have put their Christmas lights on
And pressure
to conform is second to none
Theirs
twinkle and blink with syncopated passion
While ours
sort of cough in a half working fashion
Our neighbours
are louder and friendlier now
And we’ve
scored some invites to barbies and chow
The Olds
are coming in a while to stay
I’ll
make up the bed in the spare room today
The Ole
Lade will drink coffee and fall asleep in a chair
While Bull
will watch cricket and the TV will blare
We’ll
meet at the Swamp for Christmas day lunch
I’m
making a salad with lots of nut crunch
Cooby’s
made pudding with sixpence money pieces
And trifle
and ginger balls will arrive with the nieces
We’ll
swap gifts together and share some cheer
And miss
those who couldn’t make it this year
We’ll
eat till we’re nearly ready to burst
But not
without singing grace together first
So have
a good time with your family and kin
A safe and merry Christmas from Cardinal Cyn