<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559807" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It's Not Like Christmas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's not like Christmas I knew years ago<br>The Irish Christmas that I used to know<br>When Caherbarnagh peaks are capped with snow<br>And cold winds from the mountains inland blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Kallista they drive from miles away<br>To celebrate a forest Christmas Day<br>The sun glow in a canopy of blue<br>And steaks are sizzling on the barbecue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So many people at Grant's Picnic Ground<br>On Christmas Day they come from miles around<br>At forest park the kin and families meet<br>To drink their beer and eat and eat and eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Kallista on Christmas Day all breeds of man<br>From Italy and Greece and Pakistan<br>The Germans and the Dutch and Japanese<br>And the Cypriots and the Turks amongst all these.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And white skinned Aussie there to celebrate<br>His esky full of beer meat on his plate<br>He open his esky pass around the beer<br>A happy Christmas mate and lots of cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I think of windswept Country miles away<br>Where sun doesn't ever shine on Christmas Day<br>Where in houses by the bogs near Clara hill<br>In heated rooms they drink and eat their fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559807" data-title="It's Not Like Christmas de Francis Duggan" data-description="It's not like Christmas I knew years ago The Irish Christmas that I used to know When Caherbarnagh peaks are capped with snow And cold winds from the mountains inland blow. To Kallista they drive from miles away To celebrate a forest Christmas Da..."></div> </div> </div>

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