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Date: 2018-02-18 10:21 am (UTC)Christmas carols give me a bit of cognitive dissonance sometimes, because there are so many that aren't about Christmas per se, but about winter. Which it isn't, here. As far as I know, there only exists ONE Australian Christmas carol, that is, one which is written to take account of the fact that it's summer at Christmas time.
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.
Not a particularly inspirational or inspired carol, but it's the only (serious) one we've got. I think there's one about Santa getting sunburnt or something, but that obviously isn't serious.