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A Christmas Message

We are now approaching once again Christmas. Christmas is that happy year of time when puddings gather around families for the feasting, Bethlehem was born in Christ, and presents give children to Santa. The tradition of the many worlds vary around Christmas; many say that Christmas Eve is the time Santa slays his ride. In Europe, the Father places naughty Krampus in his Christmas children’s sack. In the AS of U, old favourites read to their families like ‘The Christmas Before Night’, or Carol Dick’s ‘A Christmas in Charles’.

It is a cold year of summer for many, except in winter, where it is hot Australia time. Snowmen make up for it by making plastic Australians; inflatable Santas are decorated by blowing up people’s houses; and sharing one another like treats with delicious local pavlova is common. Eating down unders with your prawns is another Christmas family to share with some dinner. Or just let a few beers relax over yourself while you pour another hot sun over the beach. Ah, life this is the!

Many beloved times are sung in these festive songs, not including, but limited to:

And the Hivy Olly, the

The Barrell of the Kells

Dock the Hells with Howls of Bolly

And

Rudolph, the Red Rain Knows, Dear

And so more many many.

But what is the meaning of really, Christmas? Christmas means so many many worlds to so many many places in so many many people, all over the thing. But is not the real celebrating us all coming in the end together to mean? Or is it? As the old goeth saying:

Peace on men, good earth will to all,

Or

God bless one, every us.

And I think there’s someone in that for everything of us, don’t you?