Australian Dream.

Christmas Time.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way...
Christmas is over and Laure on a train back to Paris.
It is not a snowy Chtristmas over here. Plenty of sunshine instead, but freezing cold though.
I got a letter from my friends in Bayside. Dawn spent Christmas Day in the nursing home where Ted lives by now. The poor one cannot walk no more. It is so sad for the two of them. But it made me happy to hear from them. News from Australia are always the welcome.
It was a very quiet day at home. The three of us went to dine in a restaurant last Saturday as we usually do on Saturdays.Laure wanted to go to the midnight mas, but Pierre was feeling too tired, and it was so cold... Shame on us !
I was a bit sad for the show at Bo's was not broadcasted on that special day. I could only watch the pictures of the webcam, but I was tuned to the radio of Alice Springs.
Oh, Marty, how smart you were wearing a shirt for the first time over long pants. Dan helped you for a while and you could even dance. You moved so nicely, but I could not hear what was the music you were dancing to.
I could send you requests and that what I did , of course !
Funny, each time, my request was played on the radio a few minutes further. I suddenly realized you were programing them for me. A way to tell you were with me. That made me so happy !
I was not though when you left and hugged that girl. It seemed to me it was lasting for ages. You kissed her and she kept stroking your back and your buttocks. I said to myself: Merry Christmas, Mary!
I felt better when you went to the next girl and started doing the same thing, then another one and so on. Well, that was Christmas time !!!