Renntiere sind (keine) Fabelwesen!

Hier in Australien gibt es sie nicht, aber es gibt sie. Und nicht wie ein Osi mal angenommen und laut verkündet hatte, “das sind doch Fabelwesen, dachte ich”. Nicht einfach, da nicht ungläubig zu gucken und einfach guter Dinge mit dem Gespräch fortzufahren. Man fängt irgendwie an, sei es auch ganz ungewollt, plötzlich vieles anzuzweifeln. Und ja, die Person ist Erwachsen, schon seit Jahren.

Hier kommt noch so ein Osi Weihnachtsgassenhauer, wie wir ihn neulich schon hatten. Manchem Osi wird dabei das Herz aufgehen, für mich es ganz so, als seien Meister Eder und sein Pumuckl hier in Australien auf Urlaub und singen Schabernack-Lieder. Für jeden etwas dabei. Wer findet schon den Pumuckl doof?

Bevor es losgeht, hier noch ganz rasch einige Erklärungen.

Boomers – große Kängurus,

booming – das Geräusch, welches entsteht, wenn das Känguru nach dem Sprung landet,

Joey – ein Babykänguru,

Marble Bar – Stadt in Australien.

Einleitung

in australia, christmas comes in the middle of a very hot summer

so when santa claus delivers his presents

he's not taken around by reindeer because

they can't stand the terrible heat

he's taken around by six big, white, old man kangaroos

called the six white boomers

Six white boomers

Early on one christmas day

a joey kangaroo

was far from home and lost

in a great, big zoo

mommy....where's my mommy?

they've taken her away

we'll help you find your mommy, son

hop up on the sleigh

Up beside the bag of toys little Joey hopped,

But they hadn't gone far when Santa stopped.

Unharnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why,

Then he heard a far off booming in the sky.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat,

Took his fur lined boots off to cool his feet,

Into one popped Joey, feeling quite okay,

While those old man Kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Joey said to Santa, 'Santa, what about the toys?

Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys?'

'They've got all their presents, son, we were here last night,

this trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight.'

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Soon the sleigh was flashing past right over Marble Bar,

'Slow down there,' cried Santa, 'it can't be far,

Come up on my lap here, son, and have a look around.'

'There she is, that's Mummy, bounding up and down.'

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had,

Curled up in mother's pouch feeling snug and glad.

The last they saw was Santa heading northwards from the sun,

The only year the boomers worked a double run.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.

Six white boomers, snow white boomers,

On his Australian run.

Einen schönen, geruhsamen und fröhlichen dritten Advent wünsche ich allen.

Schöne Grüsse aus Melbourne!