Recycling bins now overflow;
That ripped-up gift wrap has to go
With plastic packaging and glass
Remnants now of Christmas Past …
Although the hurly-burly’s done
We swelter under torrid sun;
Few are the cars out on the road
Aircon is bliss in one’s abode!
The Church bells rang, the faithful came
But religion plays a modest game …
Crowds blocked at airports on the Eve
A computer hiccup I believe…
Christmas TV – winter scenes
Strange indeed when hot sun beams;
Prawns and cherries – de rigueur
And fruit pavlovas everywhere!
What passes for champagne is poured;
Sliced ham and turkey and cheese board;
Traditional mince pies make the cut
Of luscious fruit – amazing glut!
Though Down Under gets scant rain,
It deserves its ‘Lucky Country’ name!
Its blue skies thrill my northern eyes
Though bushfires threaten countless lives…
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
Prans and cherry dish
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