Colin F. Jones


~ 1 ~

On Christmas day in sixty five,
I ate the Christmas lights,
Which twinkled on the Christmas tree,
To brighten up our nights.
Plastic glass they cracked and crunched,
Though not very good to taste,
But they were with a relish munched,
With Tiger they were chased.
Though I could see two Christmas trees,
Only one I knew was there,
Since I was wonky at the knees
So who was I to care?

~ 2 ~

In sixty-eight we had no lights,
Except those red and green,
On the aiming posts set to the sights,
Where they could clear be seen
Christmas in the field was tough,
No parties ‘chicks’ nor beer,
But though the gunner’s life was rough,
We still had Christmas cheer.
We read our letters and the cards,
Sent from the ‘chicks’ at home,
Filled with love and kind regards,
Most to us blokes unknown

~ 3 ~

I’d raise my hat if I wore one,
To all those dainty girls,
Who made a point to send us some,
Christmas cheer and curls.
Thousands sent us drink and cakes,
In perfumed envelopes,
That even when we made mistakes,
We covered them with jokes,
We owe them much and a whole lot more,
Those ladies who played host,
To all us soldiers in the war
By way of the Christmas post.

Authors Note: In 1968 The “JEPARIT” the Australian Supply ship, assigned to deliver the Christmas goods to Australian soldiers serving in Vietnam, was loaded by soldiers of the Royal Australian Artillery, due to the refusal of the Wharf Labourers to do so. It took them seven days, which would have otherwise taken the Wharfies, with four times the numbers, three weeks, to load. Our soldiers received their Christmas packages, despite the communist traitors who controlled our shipping ports.

Submitted for the December 2001 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “A Memorable Christmas