This is nice. A poem about Christmas in Australia. I've never been to Australia, so I don't understand what a lot of the things mentioned in this poem mean. For what it's worth, that made me enjoy it less then I might have.

As for the poem itself, it follows a rhyme scheme which is fairly obvious of abcb, but I noticed that the syllable count varies greatly from line to line and stanza to stanza. Was there a pattern there? I couldn't find it. I think that this odd syllable count gave the poem a rather difficult rhythm which did not roll off the tongue particularly well. Is that what you were going for?

Anyway, I do like the general theme of the poem. I can believe that Christmas is a whole lot nicer in Australia, then it is in North America.