tis the day before christmas

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