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!