Most people dream of a Christmas with lots of fresh white snow
Falling from the sky,
But what about places where, at Christmas, hot winds blow?
Places where ‘a White Christmas’ is all a lie?
We never wake to see
Snow outside our door
The most we’ll get will be
A rather heavy downpour
Instead winter scarves and gloves,
We’ll put on wide-brimmed hats,
And set off to see the ones we love,
To houses, homes and flats,
We may not have a ‘White Christmas’
Not that we want it that badly,
But in the end, for all of us,
Christmas is about family.