Supermarkets in town,
Are decorated red, green and white
Regiform snowflakes everywhere you look
Making the Christmas deceptively white,
In this tropical country, that has never seen snow.

All the while, the cashiers at supermarkets
Wear Santa hats, letting goods slide on, down a counter,
Almost like a conveyer belt,
In Santa’s toy factory in the North Pole,
While open carrier bags fill up,
In mince pies, turkey and smoked ham
Stocking up for Christmas.

While a lone Santa looks on
Almost like a poster boy for obesity
Posing for photographs,
As the children laugh in banter
At the sight of a jolly old man
With a long silver beard,
And a ballooning tummy,

Whose red suit, surprisingly,
Bears no sign of soot.