Angele Toomey Poetry

Here’s a new one, written today. It is humid and rainy here, quite a grey day.

As a resident of the Southern Hemisphere I have not yet experienced a ‘white Christmas’ although almost every festive reference is wintery: Santa in fur-lined boots driving his sleigh through the snow to homes glowing warm with a crackling fire.

The other
Our northern counterparts
are dreaming of eggnog
and log fires.
We are anticipating languid
days at the beach
and cold beer.

A summer Christmas
means Santa in shorts
and open toed shoes;
Kangaroos, not reindeer,
might power the sleigh
to make gifts
make their way
into children's stockings
and under The Tree.

We'll watch "It's a Wonderful Life",
make gingerbread houses trimmed with white,
and dream of festive snow drifts
as we yearn for air-conditioning.
So different to each other
But also, so much the same.