The priestess has gone home to Australia for Christmas this year.
I always found it quite inconceivable that the sun should be almost overhead on
a day which is based on the midwinter festival to us northern Europeans. I just
looked at the clock and realised that she’s only recently had breakfast on Christmas Eve,
lightly clad and probably getting a suntan.
It’s Christmas Eve in Sydney
The sun is burning hot
Old Santa’s in his bathing trunks
And doesn’t care a jot
No icy lanes or leafless trees
No reindeer pulling sleighs
What do they use for Christmas cards
On strangely summ'ry days
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