I, for one am so over European Christmas themes and to that end I've penned a poem:
If I could give you Christmas, it would be like this my dear, The beautiful Victorian Christmas bush - like snow this time of year. The damp of the tree-fern forest, the song of the lyrebird, As he works throughout his repertoire, no sweeter sound I've heard.
A handful of blackberries, all plump and ripe with juice, The colour of the eucalypts - not the grey-blue of the spruce, The sighting of the platypus as pink evening is nigh, The haunting call of the frogmouth, to lure their mates to fly.
The smell of an open fire, the warmth of the glowing coals, An evening of luck for sighting, wombats emerge from holes. For red I'd give you the King Parrot, and the Eastern Rosella too, A waratah so perfect in form, or a kangaroo paw or two.
For green and gold the wattle, although it's flowered in the Spring, For these and many more memories, to your Christmas I will bring. Christmas should be Australian for we should be justly proud, Of all that makes up this wide, glorious land, and not just follow the crowd.
Cheers, Tangrams
PS: Yes I know blackberries aren't native, but they so remind me of Christmas time when we picked them as children.
