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'Twas the night before Christmas ... there wasn't a sound. Not a possum was stirring ... no-one was around.
We'd left on the table, some tucker and beer, hoping that Santa would soon be here.
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds, while dreams of new Prados danced in our heads.
And Mum in her nightie ... and Dad in his shorts ... had just settled down to watch TV sports
when outside the house a mad ruckus arose. Loud banging and squeeking woke us from our doze.
We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out, snuck out on the deck, then let out a shout.
Guess what had woken us up from our snooze but a shiny new Prado pulled by eight mighty 'roos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee and we both knew at once ... who this fat bloke must be.
Now I'm tellin' the truth ... its all dinki-di ... Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the window ... to pull at the reins and encouraged the 'roos by calling their names.
"Now Kylie ! Now Jason ! Now Shazza and Shane ! On Bluey and Nugget ! On Bazza and Wayne !
Park up on that water tank ... grab a quick drink. I'll scoot down the gum tree ... be back in a wink."
So ... up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew with toy loaded Prado, and Santa too.
He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground. Then in through the window ... he sprang with a bound.
He had bright sunburned cheeks ... and a milky white beard. A jolly old joker was how he appeared.
He wore red ... stubby shorts ... and thongs on his feet. And a wide brimmed hat, as shade from the heat.
A fat sack of pressies he flung from his back and he looked like a swaggie ... unhooking his pack.
He spoke not a word ... but bent down on one knee to place all our goodies under the tree.
Surfboard, footy and toys for us two ... and for Dad ... an ARB bar and diff lockers too.
A mysterious package, he left for our mum ... then he turned ... and he winked ... and he held up his thumb.
He strolled out on the deck and the 'roos came on que. Flung his sack on his back and prepared to shoot through.
He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates, "Merry Christmas to all ... and goodonya mates !!!"
Cheers
Chippy
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