Archives: Christmas Poems

The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his run; Selectors took the water up And all the black soil round; The best grass-land the squatter had Was spoilt by...

This is how we do Christmas living down under santa on a surfboard having lots of fun, duh Sunburnt peeling skin flaking off your nose water fights in the backyard underneath the hose barbecues, lawnmowers, parties in the street...

It’s Christmas in Australia So here’s a little tale for ya To spread throughout the land. About two boys about to spend Some dough on presents grand. For mum they’d eyed a ring of gold A thing of joy and beauty. They liked to...

A chubby little snowman (hold arms wide to look like a big tummy) Had a carrot nose (point to nose) Along came a bunny (hold up two bent fingers for bunny) And what do you suppose? (palms up and shrug) That hungry little bunny...