Twas the last weekend before Christmas
And all through the town
It felt almost tropical
There was no ice around.
Not a snowflake had fallen
Only rain fell in sheets
Like any spring evening
There were puddles on the streets.
No mulled wine stand was crowded
Everyone preferred a cold beer
Short sleeves were in fashion
Although Christmas was near.
Wool hats and wool stockings
Hung unsold and forlorn
Wasted coats from New Zealand’s finest
That had not needed to be shorn.
Green leaves still stuck to branches
The ice rink was a pool
There was no frost or snow
The weather was balmy, not at all cool.
Rather than roasting a fowl
We’re thinking of eating lighter fare
Something much more summer-like
Like a steak cooked medium rare
But winter is surely coming
Yes it’ll come soon we know
Sometime around Easter
We’ll have our first and last snow.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!