Santa’s Aussie Run
When Christmas time comes around, ev’ry body knows
that Santa leaves behind, the north poles winter snows
now on his yearly quest to spread goodwill and cheer
and bringing children gifts — those — who’ve been good all year.
Now Santa’s covered from his head down to his toes
he’s staying warm while trav’ling, icy wind that blows
and while you’re soundly sleeping, tucked inside your bed
He’s getting closer now with Rudolph’s nose bright red.
So through the night he travels with all kinds of toys
till Santa fin’lly reaches Aussie girls and boys
he leaves Australia last, yes! this he’s always done
and loves the time he spends — trav’ling our great nation.
He starts in Northern Territ’ry, then hops to W. A.
then South Australia and Tasmain’ya in his sleigh
now over to Victoria, then to New South Wales
and fin’lly Queensland to the great far north he sails.
Now way up in the tropics chimneys are so rare
or if there is a fireplace, it is left quite bare
so how does Santa leave, your presents by the tree
your house is all locked up, and doesn’t have a chim’ny.
I’d like you all to know, that Santa’s not alone
he has a special Elf, looks like a garden gnome
a wise and clever chap who’s name is simply Lee
he’s Santa’s fav’rite, with a truly magic key.
Now with Lee’s magic key, he opens any door
and then he helps in placing presents on the floor
there is another reason Santa rides with Lee
it is our little secret, just ‘tween you and me.
See, Santa truly thinks up north here is the best
and on his final drop, looks forward to a rest
so not that far from here, slightly north of Daintree
and now that Lee has gone, Santa sips his lemon tea.
Relaxing by a pool, and glad his job is done
enjoys his time now basking, in the Queensland sun
it’s just a short break, from the freezing cold north pole
he loves our pleasant weather, when he takes a stroll.
In only two short weeks — on the return of Lee
he’ll go back to his home, where it’s often frosty
where Santa has a new list, and he’ll check it twice
he’ll then find out — who’s been naughty and who’s been nice.
David J Delaney