Not a Klamer was stirring, except at the beach.
The stockings were placed on the piano where it's safer,
In hopes that the fat guy wouldn't notice they were paper.
The children were nestled all snug in their butt grooves,
While chat rooms in Facebook updated their news.
And mamma in her swimmers, and I with no hair,
Had just settled our brains for a little sea air.
When out in the bush there arose such a shock,
I looked to the trees to see the birds flock.
Away to the fences I crept without a word,
Looked into the hole and saw a baby bird.
The moon on the crest of the newly cleaned tub,
Gave the feeling of calmness like a backrub.
When, what do my wondering eyes save,
But Nad and two kids catching a wave.
Now Nadia! now, Cyrus! now, Keva and Zaren!
We don't have snow but for presents we're rarin'
To the foot of the palm plant, not really a tree.
But the cost was so small it was practically free!
As dry ginger bread that before the kids sat,
When they meet with my belly turn straight to fat.
So out of the house for dinner we were banished
With a cloud of dust and flying elbows it vanished.
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skip to the end...
...But I heard his exclaim, as I chased him away,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a g'day!"
Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Awesome Agnostica and g'day!
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