Santa’s Aussie Run

[David J Delaney]

Since everyone is getting into the Christmas type poems, here is one of my older ones.



Santa’s Aussie Run

When Christmas time comes around, ev’ry body knows
that Santa leaves behind, the north poles winter snows
now on his yearly quest to spread goodwill and cheer
and bringing children gifts — those — who’ve been good all year.

Now Santa’s covered from his head down to his toes
he’s staying warm while trav’ling icy wind that blows,
and while you’re soundly sleeping, tucked inside your bed,
He’s getting closer now with Rudolph’s nose bright red.

So through the night he travels with all kinds of toys
till Santa fin’lly reaches Aussie girls and boys
he leaves Australia last, yes! this he’s always done,
and loves the time he spends — trav’ling our great nation.

He starts in Northern Territ’ry then hops to W. A,
then, South Australia and Tasmain’ya in his sleigh,
now over to Victoria, then to New South Wales,
and fin’lly Queensland to the great far north he sails.

Now way up in the tropics ,chimneys are so rare,
or, if there is a fireplace, it is left quite bare,
so how does Santa leave your presents by the tree,
your house is all locked up, and doesn’t have a chim’ny.

I’d like you all to know, that Santa’s not alone,
he has a special Elf, looks like a garden gnome,
a wise and clever chap who’s name is simply Lee
he’s Santa’s fav’rite, with a truly magic key.

Now, with Lee’s magic key he opens any door,
and then he helps in placing presents on the floor,
there is another reason Santa rides with Lee
it is our little secret, just ‘tween you and me.

See, Santa truly thinks up north here is the best
and, on his final drop, looks forward to a rest,
so not that far from here, slightly north of Daintree,
and, now that Lee has gone, Santa sips his lemon tea.

Relaxing by a pool, and glad his job is done
enjoys his time now basking, in the Queensland sun,
it’s just a short break from the freezing cold north pole,
he loves our pleasant weather when he takes a stroll.

In only two short weeks — on the return of Lee
he’ll go back to his home, where it’s often frosty,
where Santa has a new list, and he’ll check it twice,
he’ll then find out — who’s been naughty and who’s been nice.

David J Delaney
22/07/2009 ©

[Irene]

Ah Dave - I thought you were talking about the beautiful west there for a minute!!! 'Til you mentioned Queensland!!

Nice aussie slant on it!!! Enjoyed it.

Catchya
IRene

[Heather]

Lovely Dave. The thought of Santa by the pool sipping lemon tea...

Heather

[Leonie]

So that's what those little garden gnomes get up to when we're not watching. I've heard they go on holidays and send postcards back to their owners, but now I think they were never garden gnomes to start with, it was Lee.

Nice one David J.

[David J Delaney]

G'day Leonie, yep!..they are sneaky little tikes eh!

[Terry]

G/day David,
I haven't a Chrissie poem myself so you had better dig into your bag and post another one for me.
Cheers mate & all the best to you and your family.

Terry

[David J Delaney]

G'day Terry, mate this is the only one I've got at the moment, I do have a couple of 'titles' written down, but, atm time is definately not working with me.

All the best to you & yours mate.

[Stephen Whiteside]

Hey, Dave, I haven't heard how you got on with my poems last Sunday. Can I safely assume that 'no news is bad news', and they fell a bit flat? (Or is it this Sunday...?)