Sorry it's late, but it is funny ...

Night Before Christmas in Aussie land  '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,  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.  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,  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, l ike a plate full of jelly. A fat stack of prezzies  he flung from his back,  And he looked like a swaggie  unfastening his pack.  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!'