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Christmas — in Summer???

It’s Christmas in Adelaide, and my German soul is longing for ice and snow, darkness and the glitter of the lights at real Christmas trees, the hot and spicy “Gluehwein”, just “Weihnachten”.   But here I am — down under, in the summer heat of the Southern Hemisphere.  True Aussies around me enjoy these Christmas temperatures in the low and mid-30s … be aware, we are talking shade in some remote corners of a weather station somewhere around here, i.e. the temperature I feel are much higher, and this is definitely true out in the sun.

So, while I am dreaming about a “White Christmas” (for me the last one is three years ago), two poems dropped into my computer from two different sources — one from Canada, which in these days suffers the grip of a serious cold front all across the country of around the MINUS 30 degrees (oh, right now it’s a mild MINUS 24°C, and getting “warmer” according to “The Weathernetwork“), the other one from Rosemary Baldry somewhere here in Australia to her son in England.

I thought I would share both of them with you (permission requested):

The Yukon Poem

It’s winter in the Yukon
And the gentle breezes blow
Ninety miles an hour
At thirty-nine below.

Oh, how I love the Yukon
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave the Yukon
‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground
year round !!

(The author was a First Nation student at Yukon College Community Support Worker Program, in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada.)

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The Wrong Time of Year

‘Twas the heat before Christmas, the weather was wrong,
The flies were a-buzzing, cicadas in song,
The kids counting down, when my husband said, ‘Dear,
You celebrate Christmas the wrong time of year.

I’m used to hot puddings, cold weather, warm beer,
These things are conducive to great Christmas cheer.
Your salads, prawns, barbies are mighty fine food
But not right for Christmas – don’t mean to be rude.’

Since then every Christmas with laughter and fun,
Kids, family and friends, lazy days in the sun,
The trimmings we’ve hung on the gum tree with care
Brought memories of summer, sand and sea air.

Now the night before Christmas our son’s far away –
the phone brings him home; he rang us to say,
‘The winter’s upon us, I find it so queer
To celebrate Christmas this cold time of year.’

(Rosemary Baldry to her son in England.)

Thanks to both authors who captured the problem of cross-cultural life so well.

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