At 07:49 AM 15/12/2011, you wrote: >David, >Would you mind translating the highlighted parts for an American? I >am guessing "goodonya" means "good night?" >Thanks >Sallie in Wyoming > > > >Night Before Christmas in Oz > >'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, [food] > >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. [short for Utility >- meaing a car with a tray on the back - small truck] > >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, [honest - same as "fair dinkum"] > >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. [swagman - >back-packer till about 1960] > >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!' [goodonya mean "good >on you" and can be used for good-bye or good luck] > >To unsubscribe send email to ><mailto:[email protected]>[email protected] containing the line: >unsubscribe lace-chat [email protected]. For help, write to ><mailto:[email protected]>[email protected]. Photo site: ><http://community.webshots.com/user/arachne2003>http://community.webshots.com/user/arachne2003 >
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