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Child or angel, who can tell? (She may child to others be. She is angel unto me.)

"Christmas souvenir, 1893"

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An Old Bush Road
Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken,
Winding thro’ the forest green,
Barred with shadow and with sunshine,
Misty vistas drawn between.
Grim, scarred bluegums ranged austerely,
Lifting blackened columns each
To the large, fair fields of azure,
Stretching ever out of reach.

An Anthology of Australian Verse 

foto – mists in december bilambil cottage 2008

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Never deny the babies their Christmas ! It is the shining seal set upon a year of happiness.

"The Christmas holly"

MADDY

http://members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/bushpoetry.html

Stumped

The box-gum on my footpath grew up through the powerlines
its branches needed trimming every year,
with age the shady lady broke way out of its confines,
the council had enough now it’s not here.

They thought of public safety as the tree had posed a threat,
especially in a summer thunderstorm.
It seems bare on the footpath as I look out with regret,
next summer it will be a trifle warm.

ty AUSTRALIAN BUSH POETRY

foto – armidale summer 07

Many Australians spend Christmas out of doors, going to the beach for the day, or heading to camping grounds for a longer break over the Christmas holiday period. It has become traditional for international visitors who are in Sydney at Christmas time to go to Bondi Beach where up to 40,000 people visit on Christmas Day.

http://www.cultureandrecreation.gov.au/articles/christmas/ 

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Jingle Bells (Aussie style)

Dashing through the bush,
in a rusty Holden Ute,
Kicking up the dust,
esky in the boot,
Kelpie by my side,
singing Christmas songs,
It’s Summer time and I am in
my singlet, shorts and thongs

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut !,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Engine’s getting hot;
we dodge the kangaroos,
The swaggie climbs aboard,
he is welcome too.
All the family’s there,
sitting by the pool,
Christmas Day the Aussie way,
by the barbecue.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Come the afternoon,
Grandpa has a doze,
The kids and Uncle Bruce,
are swimming in their clothes.
The time comes ’round to go,
we take the family snap,
Pack the car and all shoot through,
before the washing up.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Aussie Jingle Bells
Col Buchanan