Dashing through the bush in a rusty Holden ute,
Kicking up the dust, esky in the boot,
Kelpie by my side, singing Christmas songs,
It's summer time and I am in my singlet, shorts and thongs.
Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summer's day,
Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a dusty Holden ute.
Engine's getting hot, we dodge the kangaroos,
The swaggie climbs aboard, he is welcome too.
All the family is there, sitting by the pool,
Christmas day in the Aussie way, by the Bar-b-cue. Oh!
All the family is there, sitting by the pool,
Christmas day in the Aussie way, by the Bar-b-cue. Oh!
School's out. Summer holidays have begun. We celebrated with an early evening scooter ride up and down a dodgy path by Lake Burley Griffin. Tried skipping stones across the water's edge while dodging legions of black swans. The pressure is on this morning to go to the pool or Big Splash. I'm busy sorting school supplies, surveying the volumes of art works which have come home and contemplating the menu for Christmas Day. Too late for cards, so I may have to compose an apologetic email to relatives and friends. Still got up early this morning primed to make school lunches. Seems quite bizarre not to have to set up the factory line of sliced bread and carrot sticks.
Half-decorated by the children.
