Monday, 24 December 2007

Have a Very Merry Christmas!! / 'Six White Boomers'...

Well, I'm all blogged out. So that just leaves me to wish family, friends, fellow-bloggers (and the computer-illiterate - hi dad), and everyone else a 'Very Merry & Safe Christmas'
from all of us!!

Cheerio for 2007 - see you in 2008!

Or as they say in Wales (!!!)....(amazing what you can find out through the internet).......
'Nadolig Llawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda' !!!

(..that better be 'Merry Christmas' in Welsh!!)

The pressies are wrapped; the kids are watching 'The Grinch' and I'm off to make gingerbread men now. (of course...recipe to follow)
I'll just leave you with a great Aussie verse/song that's become a classic in the Land Down Under.....and one that we had a great time singing at the Jenolan Caves Christmas Concert. (OK, I'd had a few glasses of wine so I did the actions, definately no photo)...

Six White Boomers

One of Santa Clause's favourite songs. By Rolf Harris & John D. Brown .

Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kanga-roo,
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo.
Mummy, where's my mummy, they've taken her a-way,
We'll help you find your mummy son, hop on the sleigh.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
.. On his Aus-tra-lian run.

Verse: Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped ,
But they had'nt gone far when Santa stopped.
Un-harnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why,
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky.

Chorus: Six white boomers ...

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat,
Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet.
Into one popped Joey, feeling quite OK,
While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh.

Chorus: Six white boomers ...

Joey said to Santa, Santa, what about the toys,
Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys.
They've all got their presents son, we were here last night,
This trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight.

Chorus: Six white boomers ...

Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar,
Slow down there, cried Santa, it can't be far.
Come up on my lap son, and have a look around,
There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down.

Chorus: Six white boomers ...

Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had,
Curled up in mother's pouch all snug and glad.
The last they saw was Santa headed northward from the sun,
The only year the boomers worked a double run.

Chorus: Six white boomers ...

Right...where's the Berocca.........

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