This, of course, goes to the tune of White Christmas. Written for a friend who is in Europe this Christmas, and homesick. Something tells me that this won’t actually help with the homesickness!
I’m dreaming of a hot Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the adults swelter
And look for shelter
And wish the North Wind wouldn’t blow
I’m dreaming of a bright Christmas
When it is light from half past four
Where the children waken
And gifts are shaken
And parents groan as they explore
I’m dreaming of my childhood Christmas
With seafood and a barbecue
With the waves all waving
And maybe bathing
And sand tracked into the loo…
I’m dreaming of an Aussie Christmas
Where smoke and gumleaves scent the breeze
With the cockatoos shrieking
And possums sneaking
To steal the fruit right off your trees
I’m dreaming of a summer Christmas
Where winter’s chill is long forgot
May your days be long, your nights short-
And may all your Christmases be hot.
I’m dreaming of a warm Christmas
Back in the southern hemisphere
May this season bring you good cheer-
And may it bring me home for Christmastime next year…
