mauve and red on azure hue
jacarandas, flame trees and summer blue
that time again of heat
and inappropriate rituals
we grew here
and santa clause flew here!
who does he think he is?
roast dinners while paul kelly
asks who will make the gravy
bush fire victims needy of funding
while millions are spent on fireworks
as though there wasn’t enough smoke
or air pollution
families who avoid each other
through the year
gather with cheap coloured paper hats
and pull the ritual bonbon
and tell bad puns
to fill the gaps in conversation
and the cicadas sing out
the banality, the ennui
while cashed up families
tow caravans up and down the coast
to camping area suburbias
and celebrate their right
to overeat and drink beer
their god given entitlement
to be strayan
and talk about queue jumpers
that’s why i make my own ritual
based on the good things
of that time ...
respite from daily routine
time for quiet reflection
on the worth
of who you are
and who you’ve helped
the things about xmas in australia that i don’t like
