It is a tradition in Australia
As Christmas time draws nigh,
To sing our Christmas carols
Beneath a star studded sky.
Families gather with their blankets,
Picnic food and such.
Such a special time of memory
A true "Australian" touch.

The evening sky is wide and clear
The weather balmy and warm,
Children with their parents
Are snuggled safe from harm.
As the night sky darkens
And carols fill the air,
A sea of fluttering candles
Is seen from everywhere.

In my City by the river
The crowds have gathered long,
Anticipation rising
To join in that sweet song.
A tiny baby sleeping,
A toddler with eyes so bright,
Parents with special memories
Of another Christmas night.

No Frosty the Snowman here for us,
Or sleigh bells ringing clear,
This is a special way to celebrate
The season we hold dear.
The north wind when it blows for us
Is dusty, hot and dry,
As we sit beneath the Southern Cross
And a diamond studded sky.

We sing the same sweet carols
Of Shepherds, Kings and such,
A baby in a manger
A mother's gentle touch.
It is my fervent prayer and hope
That hearts and minds are one,
As we celebrate this Christmas time
The Birthday of God's son.

Linda J. Vaughan
November 2007