Well, its that time of the year again,
Here's a poem about Santa's Aussie helper who helps out Mister C , when he's flat out like a lizard drinking....
Santa’s Aussie Helper…
I’ll tell you a little yarn,
about a bloke they call Saint Nick..
And how he got those presents,
around the world so quick…
You see he had a little help,
every night on Christmas eve…
As time was of the essence,
there was a deadline to achieve …
These band of merry men,
equipped with their own sleigh...
Would distribute Santa’s freight,
to your place by Christmas Day…
Located around the world,
they were waiting one and all…
To assist their old mate Santa,
whenever they got the call…
Now right here in Australia,
we had a bloke who filled this role…
A larrikin at heart,
a loyal and trusted soul…
He wore a suit like Santa,
similar to the rest…
Red of course in colour,
but no sleeves upon his vest…
Then to make it enviro friendly,
to the weather here down under…
He wore a pair of thongs and boardy’s,
to complete this little number…
His sleigh was rather different,
to what we’ve seen before…
He had a rusty Holden Ute,
a red VG Commodore…
This V8 had some power,
it ran on Christmas spirit…
That old ute flew so fast,
you couldn’t even see it…
This unique iconic legend,
delivered all those goods…
Through the outback of Australia,
to your local neighbourhoods…
Down chimney’s and through windows,
he flew in and out your door…
At a cracking pace,
from the city to the shore…
Only stopping for a feed,
those anzac biscuits filled the spot,
Then he washed it down with milk,
Before he vanished like a shot…
This is not a myth or fable,
it happens every Christmas eve…
To see it for yourself…
all you do is just believe…
Merry Christmas
Len Newey 2023