When the sun is pushing
The temperature above the thirties
The fan huffing and puffing
Hot air wave after hot air wave
Without bringing any cooling
One is dreaming
Of a snowy white Christmas .
Bring the white tablecloth
The white folded serviettes
The white summer roses
As there can't be a Christmas meal
Without candles
May they be white
To make it fully
A white Christmas downunder.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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