In the heat of endless summer
In a dry and dusty land,
We celebrate our Christmas
By swimming pools and sand.

Under skies of azure blue,
The same story again is told,
Of shepherds and a manager
And Wise Men bringing gold.

A choir of angels singing
To welcome this new birth,
The same and wondrous story
Told all around the earth.

Each country of our world
Celebrates in a different way,
Each acknowledging the wonder
And the magic of the day.

Those of you in colder climes
With winter at your heels
Cannot understand at all
How a Summer Christmas feels.

With barbeques and outside meals
And swimming by the sea,
Surfboards and buckets and spades,
These are familiar to me.

Splashing at the waters edge
On a hot and steamy night,
Christmas in the snow and cold
To me doesn't seem quite right.

Resting with a cold drink
Under a cool and shady tree,
These are the things which bring to mind
Memories of Christmas to me.

Watching my children unwrap gifts
Of shorts, swimsuits and pool toys,
Squeals of delight from happy
Sun tanned girls and boys.

Christmas carols wafting on the breeze
As we sit beside the shore
So many happy memories
I could not ask for more.



©Linda J. Vaughan

December 2007

The Pages of Avalon

 

 

 

Music on this Page is I am , You are, We Are Australian

By Bruce Woodley and Dobe Newton

I came from the dream time, from the dusty red soil plains,
I am the ancient heart - the keeper of the flame,
I stood upon the rocky shore, I watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I came upon the prison ship bound down by iron chains
I cleared the land, endured the lash and waited for the rains.
I'm a settler, I'm a farmer's wife on a dry and barren run
A convict then a free man, I became Australian.
I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression, I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler, I am Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira, and I paint the ghostly gums
I am Clancy on his horse, I'm Ned Kelly on the run
I'm the one who waltzed Matilda, I am Australian.
I'm the hot wind from the desert, I'm the black soil of the plains
I'm the mountains and the valleys, I'm the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky, the rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land, I am Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.