Folk in the northern hemisphere

Look down on us and think we’re queer

They shake their heads and wonder why

We’re holding Christmas in July.

Perhaps they think we can’t remember

That Christmas Day falls in December.

But, while they’re battling snow and sleet

We’re almost gasping in the heat

And as they huddle round a fire

Our temperature keeps climbing higher.

They deck the halls with boughs of holly

While we think it the greatest folly

To roast the Christmas goose or chook

On days when heat is something crook.

For when the mercury keeps rising

It’s not at all the least surprising

We’d like to give the game away

And cancel out our Christmas Day.

Our winter months are crisp and clear

It’s quite the nicest time of year

When skies are blue and days are sunny

Here in the land of milk and honey.

We celebrate and think it’s good

To treat ourselves to Christmas pud.

There is no need to wonder why

We’re holding Christmas in July.