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Post by whistler on Dec 23, 2004 19:26:51 GMT
New Zealand Jingle Bells
Dashing through the bush, in a rusty Holden Ute, Kicking up the dust, Turkey in the boot, Kids are by my side, singing Christmas songs, It's Summer time and I am in my singlet, shorts and thongs.
Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Christmas in New Zealand on a scorching summers day, Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut! Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.
Engine's getting hot; We better stop for ice Put it in the chiller to keep the beer just nice. All the family's here, sitting by the pool, Christmas Day the Kiwi way, by the barbecue.
Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Christmas in New Zealand on a scorching summers day, Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!, Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.
Come the afternoon, Grandpa has a doze, The kids and Uncle Bruce, are swimming in their clothes. The time comes 'round to go, we take the family snap, Pack the car and all shoot through, before the washing up.
Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Christmas in New Zealand on a scorching summers day, Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!, Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute
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Post by leonardo on Dec 23, 2004 19:43:08 GMT
Whistler, I do worry about you ;D ;D Many happy returns
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Post by whistler on Dec 23, 2004 20:37:51 GMT
Whistler, I do worry about you ;D ;D Many happy returns Leo Rusty Old Holden's have played a part in many a torid adventure for good Kiwi guys in their youth. Perhaps you remember Morris Minors... Holdens had a lot more ground clearance, and leg room, both features can be very important at times Ask Stash I am sure he would agree
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Post by leonardo on Dec 23, 2004 20:58:05 GMT
Morris Minors? No man I had a Ford Cortina MK 1. I also had an Ford Anglia. We were big into Fords back then. Tell me, did you write those word? Their well put together
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Post by bod on Dec 24, 2004 1:10:44 GMT
Did you have a walk on role in Once Were Warriors, whistler? ;D
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Post by whistler on Dec 24, 2004 1:44:43 GMT
Did you have a walk on role in Once Were Warriors, whistler? ;D No and I haven't any Tats either
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Post by Yoki on Dec 24, 2004 4:23:31 GMT
Except it is still to bl--dy cold for the beach.But on the + side the record rain fall has bought with it a bumper crop of wild mushrooms. Any one for mushroom soup its going down a treat in this weather.
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Post by sarge on Dec 24, 2004 4:26:06 GMT
happy (hot ) christmas to you too whistler its forecast for a reall hotty for christmas day (plenty of coldies in the esky ) sarge
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Post by staffs on Dec 24, 2004 8:41:28 GMT
Hope you a ll have a lovely time over there with your shorts and suncream and cold beers in the garden with your bits on the barby.
Whistler,The thought of you in a thong though, no i cant wheres that sickbag
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Post by Seeker on Dec 24, 2004 8:51:33 GMT
Hope you a ll have a lovely time over there with your shorts and suncream and cold beers in the garden with your bits on the barby. Whistler,The thought of you in a thong though, no i cant wheres that sickbag God you Bloody Pommies Live on another Planet.. Thongs are rubber sandals - Flip Flops - Jandals - If the thought of seeing toes makes you sick, well stop looking down ;D ;D
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Post by staffs on Dec 24, 2004 8:57:00 GMT
To us a thong is a G String. !!
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Post by staffs on Dec 24, 2004 9:01:53 GMT
A Freemason's Twas The Night Before Christmas
by Brother Stephen Dafoe 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Lodge the Brethren assembled had driven in a van made by Dodge; The collars were hung by the stations with care, In hopes that the candidate soon would be there;
The Tyler was nestled all snug in his chair, With visions of cowans he held trapped in a snare; And the Master was in the East, while the older members took a nap, Having fallen asleep through all that Masonic Education Crap,
When out in the anti-room there arose such a clatter, Even the old one's awoke to see what was the matter. Away to the door they flew and they flashed, But the I.G. held tight and into the door they all crashed.
The Master gave three knocks with his old wooden gavel lest the curiosity of the Brethren would cause them to unravel, When the door was opened we were amazed at what would appear, Twas a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a hoodwinked driver, so lively and quick, We knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. Mr. Clause was the candidate, the Deacon proclaimed, And he asked to be entered and gave the reasons by name;
"Now, Apron! now, Compass! now, Plumb Rule and Trowel! On, Chisel! on Mallet! on, Level and Square! To the North, to the South, to the East and the West! The Brethren took notice of how oddly the candidate was dressed!"
As Mr. Clause went around to each station and spot, We wondered while hoodwink if he still knew who was naughty or not, He was instructed in the steps to the altar by our Deacon - Brother Freel, and at this time our red clothed candidate, was then asked to kneel.
And then we all listened in silence as the candidate took That solemn obligation of an Apprentice on that Great Holy Book. When we all sat down, the candidate rose, A newly made brother with a red shiny nose.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet, But he was our Brother now and Happy we were to meet; He was allowed to retire to put back on something that suits, But when he came back he was the same but wearing his boots.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! As he was congratulated by his sponsor, W. Brother Larry! Downstairs we all went to enjoy in some cheer, Happy to have had at least one candidate this year;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his lip, As he passed around the room practicing his grip; He had a broad face and a little round belly, and sandwiches! Could he eat? - Whoa Nelly.
He was chubby and plump, like most jolly old elves, A typical Freemason, we all thought to ourselves; With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head, He scanned the table to see if the stewards had brought more bread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his book, And memorized the obligation he had recently took, He repeated it to his sponsor and was correct in the first draft, How quick Santa was ready to be made a Fellowcraft;
He sprang to his sleigh, with really quite a rumpus, On the back of the sleigh was a new square and compass. But we heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas To All, For Letting Me See The Light."
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Post by waynecowley on Dec 24, 2004 13:14:19 GMT
Lee
I used Stephen's poem at our last Festive Board of 2003 (my first as JW) - it went down a storm
Wayne
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Post by whistler on Dec 24, 2004 20:51:23 GMT
To us a thong is a G String. !! Aah G String the thing you play Air's on ;D
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Post by leonardo on Dec 24, 2004 23:00:52 GMT
'Twas nigh afore Christmas at the Freemason's Hall (Civil Services' regular), the order was tall; Reams from Grand Lodge, a notice of motion, A ballot or two and a pause for devotion To brethren departed of the year '04, Plus a candidate who would soon walk the floor.
Our own Junior Warden, when faced with the crunch Said, "Let's all call off and go upstairs for lunch." The Master replied, as Masters all do, Intoned in a voice reserved for the few, "Before we partake of the fellowship there Is the summons to read and a ballot to clear. Not to mention the candidate, he's quaking with dread At the stories of whether the goat has been fed."
The Master, exhorting the brethren to work, Firm grip on the gavel, he turned with a jerk To the Secretary, putting a shine to each lens, Polished both to a lustre and reached for his pens.
"It's half past the hour", the Master then winced At the things left to do and remained unconvinced That the evening would go as smooth as he'd hoped (Since he'd gone to the trouble of feeding the goat.) "Though the ballot's behind us, the notice is gone, Grand Lodge is finished, the work still goes on."
The Inner Guard knew as the Tyler did too That knock, knock and knock was the right thing to do. Sidebenchers slept soundly and only were stirred When the crack of the candidate's knuckles was heard. The slight groan that penetrated lips that were pursed Appeared to the Deacon as just a light curse.
Onward they travel, the guide and the man Seeking truth and enlightenment wherever they can The secrets were given, the grip and the token, Obligation was offered, the words then were spoken. Though never, not once, was one heard to gloat As the Entered Apprentice never did meet the goat. The evening now ended, the candidate clear Junior Warden entreats from the South us to hear The oath we look forward to right from the start, "Happy to meet and sorry to part."
Christmas had come to Civil Service that night, As men came together under the light. Giving freely of time as a labour of love, As we bent to the task of the Most High above.
To Stewards, to Deacons, the Tyler, the 'Guard The Wardens, the Master, who all work so hard, To Past Masters steady, Sidebenchers too To Treasurer, Chaplain, the D. of C. who Help carry the Lodge, year in and year out Season's greeting to you and without a doubt, To your family extended, a warm Christmas time. Thank the G.A.O.T.U. we've run out of rhyme!
W.Bro. C.S. Laurie Lund
With Apologies to Clement C. Moore
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Post by middlepillar on Dec 25, 2004 13:49:07 GMT
Great Stuff!
Merry Christmas to you all and on this thread especially to our friends down under!
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