Hot on the turkey the flies jump and dance,
Waiting for the knife to carve and lance.
Mum’s all a-fluster and Dad’s all jolly,
The kids are all teasing the old parrot, Polly.
The beer is a-flowing, the plum pudding going down well,
All is quiet, then the sound of a bell.
Enter Father Xmas, with a sack full of toys,
Much to the delight of all the girls and boys.
Mum is a-snoring, Dad still a-drinking,
Out come the stars, all bright and blinking.
So ends an Aussie Xmas, until next year,
When once again families will laugh and cheer.