Rotorheads Christmas Thread
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From: Back of Bourke
Christmas greetings from Dunnunda
'Twas the night before christmas;
there wasn't a sound.
Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around.
We'd left on the table
some tucker and beer,
Hoping that Santa Claus
soon would be here;
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie,
and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house
a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging
woke us from our doze.
We ran to the screen door,
peeked cautiously out,
snuck onto the deck,
then let out a shout.
Guess what had woken us up from our snooze,
But a rusty old ute
pulled by eight mighty 'roos.
The cheerful man driving
was giggling with glee,
And we both knew at once
who this plump bloke must be.
Now, I'm telling the truth
it's all dinki-di,
Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the window
to pull at the reins,
And encouraged the 'roos,
by calling their names.
'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty!
Now, Shazza and Shane!
On Kipper! On, Skipper!
On, Bazza and Wayne!
Park up on that water tank.
Grab a quick drink,
I'll scoot down the gum tree.
Be back in a wink!'
So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew,
With the ute full of toys,
and Santa Claus too.
He slid down the gum tree
and jumped to the ground,
Then in through the window
he sprang with a bound.
He had bright sunburned cheeks
and a milky white beard.
A jolly old joker
was how he appeared.
He wore red stubby shorts
and old thongs on his feet,
And a hat of deep crimson
as shade from the heat.
His eyes - bright as opals -
Oh! how they twinkled!
And, like a goanna,
his skin was quite wrinkled!
His shirt was stretched over
a round bulging belly
Which shook when he moved,
like a plate full of jelly.
A fat stack of prezzies
he flung from his back,
And he looked like a swaggie
unfastening his pack.
He spoke not a word,
but bent down on one knee,
To position our goodies
beneath the yule tree.
Surfboard and footy-ball shapes
for us two.
And for Dad, tongs to use
on the new barbeque.
A mysterious package
he left for our Mum,
Then he turned and he winked
and he held up his thumb;
He strolled out on deck and his 'roos came on cue;
Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.
He bellowed out loud
as they swooped past the gates-
'MERRY CHRISTMAS to all,
and goodonya, MATES!'
there wasn't a sound.
Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around.
We'd left on the table
some tucker and beer,
Hoping that Santa Claus
soon would be here;
We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie,
and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.
When outside the house
a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging
woke us from our doze.
We ran to the screen door,
peeked cautiously out,
snuck onto the deck,
then let out a shout.
Guess what had woken us up from our snooze,
But a rusty old ute
pulled by eight mighty 'roos.
The cheerful man driving
was giggling with glee,
And we both knew at once
who this plump bloke must be.
Now, I'm telling the truth
it's all dinki-di,
Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the window
to pull at the reins,
And encouraged the 'roos,
by calling their names.
'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty!
Now, Shazza and Shane!
On Kipper! On, Skipper!
On, Bazza and Wayne!
Park up on that water tank.
Grab a quick drink,
I'll scoot down the gum tree.
Be back in a wink!'
So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew,
With the ute full of toys,
and Santa Claus too.
He slid down the gum tree
and jumped to the ground,
Then in through the window
he sprang with a bound.
He had bright sunburned cheeks
and a milky white beard.
A jolly old joker
was how he appeared.
He wore red stubby shorts
and old thongs on his feet,
And a hat of deep crimson
as shade from the heat.
His eyes - bright as opals -
Oh! how they twinkled!
And, like a goanna,
his skin was quite wrinkled!
His shirt was stretched over
a round bulging belly
Which shook when he moved,
like a plate full of jelly.
A fat stack of prezzies
he flung from his back,
And he looked like a swaggie
unfastening his pack.
He spoke not a word,
but bent down on one knee,
To position our goodies
beneath the yule tree.
Surfboard and footy-ball shapes
for us two.
And for Dad, tongs to use
on the new barbeque.
A mysterious package
he left for our Mum,
Then he turned and he winked
and he held up his thumb;
He strolled out on deck and his 'roos came on cue;
Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.
He bellowed out loud
as they swooped past the gates-
'MERRY CHRISTMAS to all,
and goodonya, MATES!'
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From: Sydney
Hope the Xmas helicopter is good to everyone
The Sydney R'Heads got together for lunch Sat19th John, close to a dozen choppers and about twice that many people. I was amazed! We should hook up wif the Melbourne mob some time? Tumba bloody rumba is 'bout half way. Know any nice vineyards near there? We could maybe try for two dozen copters?
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From: OS SX2063
As usual at this time of year Norad is tracking Santa you can see his progress here.
Some games to play in Santsa village also if you goto Kids Countdown.
Official NORAD Santa Tracker
Happy Christmas to all of you, safe flying for next year and beyond.
Gary
PS EN48 That poem is brilliant !
Some games to play in Santsa village also if you goto Kids Countdown.
Official NORAD Santa Tracker
Happy Christmas to all of you, safe flying for next year and beyond.
Gary
PS EN48 That poem is brilliant !
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From: Australia
Here you go, a good news story for those who have grandkids and looking for a 'real' story to tell them about xmas downunder.
Six white boomers ready for Australian run - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)
Six white boomers ready for Australian run - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)
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From: England
A Rotorheads bash. Sounds like a good idea. Bet it's on my work days though.
Anyone watch Grumpy Old Christmas? It seems I'm not alone. Bah. Still got Christmas dinner to make. Bet they call us out and it burns. Humbug.
Think I'll take a walk out and be a vulnerable misper! Or get my air-rifle out. Or crash my car and say there was someone else driving. No, sod it, I'll just fly over everyone's house who works here and say hello. That's better, I feel all Christmasy now. A big Turkey for the Marley's on me.
And my hairy ar*ed coppers have made me a nice fresh coffee. Lovely.
Merry Christmas all you drivers and passengers out there. Roll on nationalisation.
Anyone watch Grumpy Old Christmas? It seems I'm not alone. Bah. Still got Christmas dinner to make. Bet they call us out and it burns. Humbug.
Think I'll take a walk out and be a vulnerable misper! Or get my air-rifle out. Or crash my car and say there was someone else driving. No, sod it, I'll just fly over everyone's house who works here and say hello. That's better, I feel all Christmasy now. A big Turkey for the Marley's on me.
And my hairy ar*ed coppers have made me a nice fresh coffee. Lovely.
Merry Christmas all you drivers and passengers out there. Roll on nationalisation.
