‘Twas the Night Before Chrissy

I spent Christmas this year with my Aunt, Uncle and cousins in New South Wales. We’ve been on fun 60km cycling adventures and went kayaking on Christmas day (equally fun, though in the pissing rain…). Luckily, the rain was an anomaly. It’s currently the middle of summer in Oz, which means 25+ degrees every day. Let’s just say it hasn’t quite felt like Christmas, but I’ve decided to make the most of it. If there’s one person that can always muster up some Christmas feeling, it’s this guy (pointing at myself btw). And in the spirit of the holiday, I’ve rewritten that old Christmas classic for you to enjoy…

The original poem by Clement Clarke Moore
The Aussie slang dictionary (just in case)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and near Hanukkah too,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a roo.
The bottle-o had been raided and the food prepped with care,
And the cookies and milk left for when St. Nick would appear.

The household was sleeping, all snug in their beds,
While visions of Christmas barbies danced in their heads.
But with all of this heat, I lacked a Christmassy jitter,
So I sat upright in bed wrapped in tinsel and glitter.

Suddenly out in the bush, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
I forgot about the tinsel wrapped round my knees,
I face-planted, recovered, and looked out to the trees.

The moon shone a light on the summer-dried grass,
It didn’t much look like my Christmases past.
And then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flash-looking sleigh, and eight gorgeous reindeer.

The driver looked a tad flustered with their rapid descent,
But the sleigh had survived without scratches or dents.
And then, for some reason, as if all a game
He shouted aloud and called each reindeer by name!

Now I thought this behaviour was ever so strange,
But I could ne’er interrupt a man so at home on his stage,
“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!”

He set straight to work and gave the reindeer a drink,
“God, it’s so hot I barely know how to think!”
I stared open-mouthed as he unloaded his sled,
There was no way right now I was going to bed.

He lumbered to the door, not the roof, with his sack,
(Few houses in Oz really need chimney stacks.)
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through the front door St. Nick arrived with a bound.

He wasn’t quite dressed as I traditionally thought,
His outfit completed with thongs and red shorts.
His skin glowed like his shorts after their long day of flying,
Slip-slop-slap: I left out Factor 50, didn’t want Santa frying.

Still, his smile – how it glowed! His nose like a cherry!
Aviators perched on his head, above eyes oh so merry!
Wearing his shorts and his sunnies, sporting a well-kept white beard.
I kept pinching myself because it all seemed so weird.

In that moment he saw me and grinned ear to ear,
“My dear, I hear this year you’ve missed out on good Christmas cheer!”
I couldn’t speak out of shock but I nodded my head,
“Well then, I’ve got something for you,” in his deep voice he said.

He snapped his fingers and then out of nowhere at all,
My Mum, Dad and bro stood confused in the hall!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
“I can give you five minutes,” and he went back to his sled.

There were smiles and laughter, and no one was sad.
“It’s lovely to see you, but I’d have preferred an iPad.”
When our time was up, we said goodbye oh so slowly,
And for all of Santa’s trouble, I gave him a roadie.

He sprang to his sleigh, and soared up to the stars,
And they all flew away like the down of a galah.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!”

Christmas morning 2016

Published by Amber | Rambling London Tours

Hello, my name is Amber. A few things about me. I am a born and bred Londoner so I absolutely adore my home city, but I love travel too, which means I'm always excited about exploring new places as well as taking other travellers (like you) around the places I love. I have been working in tourism on and off since 2014, both in the UK and briefly in Australia, and in 2020 I qualified as a professional Blue Badge Tour Guide for London and the South East of England. I love history, I have a History degree, and I think tourism is the perfect way to make sure I always keep learning, meeting new people, while also giving me a career where the world is my office! Hopefully I will have the pleasure of meeting you too.

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