Sunday, December 23, 2007

The Night Before Christmas In New Zealand

A few days ago I received this version of "The Night Before Christmas" from our family in New Zealand. I always have to remind myself that, while we are very cold and have snow, the branch of the Family Tree in New Zealand is running around with their shorts on, having barbeque, and enjoying the first part of their spring/summer.
I've been to NZ in the early part of December. I always had to remind myself that the Christmas decorations adorning stores and shops was not out-of-place...rather it was me who was backwards on my seasons.

Today my family celebrates Christmas Eve...at least the part in New Zealand. Actually, it's rather nice to have it last two days!

Enjoy a Down Under take on Christmas Eve:


The Night Before Christmas - Kiwi-Style:

'Twas the night before Christmas,and all round the bach
Not a possum was stirring, not one could we catch.
We'd left on the table a meat pie and beer,
In hopes that Santa Claus soon would be here.

We children were snuggled up in our bunk beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports

When outside the bach such a hoo-ha arose,
I woke up at once from my wonderful doze.
I ran straight to the sliding door, looking about,
Jumped out on the deck and let out a shout!

The fairy lights Dad had strung up around the door
Let me see everything down to the shore.
And what did I see, when I took a peep?
But a miniature tractor and eight tiny sheep,

With a little old driver and his dog on his knee.
I knew at once who this joker might be.
He patted his dog and in a voice not unkind,
Cried "Good on ya, boy! Now GIT IN BEHIND!

"Now Flossy! Now Fluffy! Now Shaun and Shane!
On, Bossy! On Buffy! On Jason and Wayne!
Up that red tree, to the top of the bach!
But mind you don't trample the vegetable patch".

So up on the roof those sheep quickly flew,
With the tractor of toys, Santa and his dog too.
As my sister awoke and I turned around,
In through the window he came with a bound.

He wore a black singlet and little white shorts,
And stuck on his feet were gumboots of course;
A sackful of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a postie just opening his pack.

His eyes-bright as paua shell-oh,how they twinkled!
Like an old tuatara, his skin was all wrinkled!
He had a wide face and a round, fat tummy,
That looked like he'd eaten lots that was yummy.

He spoke not a word, but got down on one knee,
And placed a cricket set under the tree,
A present for Sis, one for Dad, one for Mum,
Then he turned and he winked and held up his thumb.

He jumped on his tractor, to his dog gave a whistle,
And away they all flew as fast as a missile.
I called out "Thanks" as he flew past the gate.
He called back: "Kia ora to all … and good on ya mate"

I think Santa has a great idea! He must be using Shetland sheep...our little sheep who can do it all!

3 comments:

Tina T-P said...

Merry Christmas to all and to All a good night! XOX T.

shepherdchik said...

That was great Kathy.

Rascal said...

Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!