It is Christmas time once again
And memory brings us near
To those we often think about
And those that we hold dear.
We draw to the end of another year
With days of trouble and pain
Standing again at the threshhold
Of a year filled with sunshine and rain.

No Christmas snow in Australia
We have days of endless sun
No snowman with his corn cob pipe
But we have holidays and fun.
We donít wrap ourselves in thick coats
To sing Christmas Carols outside
We sit on blanket in the park
And light our candles with pride.

We donít have a blazing Yule log
Nor does the snow fall on our day
We have an outside barbeque
And the children splash and play.
We sit in parks and gardens
With umbrellas for shade from the sun
We eat our prawns and salads
And our children laugh and have fun.

We donít wear thick and woollen coats
Nor hats and gloves to keep warm
The scent of eucalypts and pines
And it is Christmas on the farm.
We sit beneath the Southern Cross
And sing our Christmas Cheer
And hold the thoughts of those
Who are no longer near.

Itís Christmas in Australia
And difficult to understand
For those of you who come from
A cold and winter land.
Itís summer in Australia
And days are long and bright~
Remember Christmas ďDown UnderĒ
And think of another ďSilent Night.Ē

Silent night'neath the Southern Cross
With an endless open sky ~
Donít try to understand
Nor ask the reason why!
Just accept that this is Christmas
Throughout the entire world
And pray that Freedomís flag
Will very soon be unfurled.

So at this special time of year
When we all draw close and love
Letís try to release into our lives
Heavenís Peaceful dove.
Letís love a little more, and care
And open friendships door
These are the things I ask of you
I cannot ask for more.

© Linda J. Vaughan

December 12 th. 2003