The North Wind is tossing the leaves,
the red dust is over the town,
the sparrows are under the eaves,
and the grass in the paddock is brown
As we lift up our voices and sing
to the Christ child, the Heavenly King!
And, while I am dreaming of a white Christmas, here is one of the best Australian ads I have seen.
HOWEVER, call me a raaacist, but I'm still dreaming of a WHITE Christmas.