A Kiwi Christmas with Victoria Blake

A Kiwi Christmas

by Victoria Blake

We hail from the land of the long white cloud, where we are proud and more than well endowed.

With a Christmas bathed in sun, the season spent out loud We congregate on patios and decks, under sun umbrellas, with conversations that perplex

You’ll find us in jandals, bikinis or shorts, the weather too hot for any other sort

Our sunnies and shades allow us to reflect, the beer or cider usually flowing unchecked.

This glorious land, filled by Hobbits, sausages and lashings of sand Allow families to gather round the barbeque, charcoal or gas All experiencing first hand, the relaxed Kiwi way

Of welcoming dear old Saint Nick, in a place of magnificence, beauty and the driest of wit.

Our fare is simple, chuck it on the barby mate – she’ll be right! We pass the day with swimming, swing ball and flying kites We snack; we gorge, recharge and relax, waiting to break open the Santa sacks

Together we pull Christmas crackers, And laugh at the jokes they contain while we wear the silly paper hats Happy on this day to be fashion slackers

We know nothing of white Christmases; they belong to different lands, But oh how we love our Christmas in the sand!