Back at home (in Adelaide) we have always had this big old Pianola, a beautiful thing, and plenty of scrolls with old-timer songs. One of my favourites was "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas". I'd pump on the pedals, watching the scroll rotate and the keys amazingly play by themselves. And I'd sing along, and the notion of a 'white Christmas' was so distant, so fantastic, and so comforting....and I'd never imagined I would ever experience one.
Now I'm looking out the window, and there's fresh fallen snow on the ground, big beautiful snow-flakes are gently falling, and I look up and seagulls are gliding through the wintry sky...my first white Christmas, and I'm getting a bit sentimental...forgive me.
Merry Christmas.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten, and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white.
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