Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
But down in Australia, Saint Nick was kiting
Delivering presents was not this exciting
He carved and he jumped and he dangled with glee
And never a merrier kiter you’d see.
At sunset the breeze dropped - most kiters went home
But Santa continued to surf the sea foam
The presents can wait, there is always next year!
I’ll kite on with the help of my trusty reindeer.
For most kiters need wind to propel their flash kites
But Santa has reindeer which fly through the heights
"Pull Dasher! pull, Dancer! pull, Prancer and Vixen!
pull, Comet! pull, Cupid! pull Donner and Blitzen!
He strapped on his board, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he surfed out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
, a rocky cliff face somewhere
,.... maybe even a gum tree
.
