Vesak: A Festival to Honour the Life of the Buddha

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Vesak, or Visakha (pronounced way-sak celebrates a great and holy man who lived in India before Jesus Christ. His name was Saddhartra and he was born a prince. Today, we know him as Buddha. His follows celebrate his birth and his knowledge of things that are holy. Such knowledge is known as Enlightenment. The Buddha achieved this when he decided not to be a prince. He had lived in luxury and had never seen death, hunger or suffering until a day when he walked  out of the palace. This day changed his life.   He put on a simple robe and walked around searching for knowledge. Buddha like many great men and women learned that love is superior to hate and peace is important in the world. He saw that people are unhappy when they keep wanting things. When they get the things, they want new things.

When is Vesak Celebrated?

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The festival of Vesak is celebrated in May when there is a full moon. Most men become monks and they go out every day with a begging bowl. People who give food to them are blessed. Most of the time monks are meditating or chanting.  During Vesak, it is the custom to wear white clothing.

There are women Buddhists and they are called nuns.

Vesak: Thanking the Buddha

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To thank the Buddha for his teachings, people in the festival of Vesak, light candles and oil lamps. They present the monks with flowers and put flowers on statues of the Buddha. The Lotus flower was used by the Buddha in his teachings. It can be found everywhere in this festival.

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Hanukkah: Jewish Celebration of Remembering

Joyous Hanukkah! by Eva Grant.

At last! At last! Hanukkah is here!

The whole house is bursting with holiday cheer.


Pancakes are sizzling as hard as they can,

Browning delectably crisp in the pan.


The dreidels can scarcely wait to be spun;

Presents are hidden for Hanukkah fun;


And there, on the table, polished and bright,

The shining menorah gleams through the night,


Like the oil lamp in ancient history,

That burned on and on miraculously!


And each flaming candle proclaims the great story

Of the Maccabean heroes, their deeds and their glory.





T’was The Night Before Christmas – Aussie Version

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Night  Before Christmas
In Aussie Land

‘Twas  the night before Christmas; there wasn’t a sound.
  Not a  possum was stirring; no-one was around.
We’d left on the table some  tucker and beer,
  Hoping  that Santa Claus soon would be here;

We children were snuggled up  safe in our beds,  While  dreams of pavlova danced ’round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie,  and Dad in his shorts,
  Had  just settled down to watch TV sports.


When outside the house a mad  ruckus arose; Loud  squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.  We ran  to the screen door, peeked cautiously out,  Snuck  onto the deck, then let out a shout.

Guess what had woken us up  from our snooze,  But a  rusty old Ute pulled by eight mighty ‘roos.  The  cheerful man driving was giggling with glee,  And we  both knew at once who this plump bloke must be.



Now, I’m telling  the truth it’s all dinki-di,  Those  eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the  window to pull at the reins,
  And  encouraged the ‘roos, by calling their names.


‘Now, Kylie! Now,  Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane!  On  Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne!  Park up  on that water tank. Grab a quick drink,  I’ll  scoot down the gum tree. Be back in a wink!’

So up to the tank  those eight kangaroos flew,  With  the Ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too.  He slid  down the gum tree and jumped to the ground,  Then in  through the window he sprang with a bound.

He had bright sunburned  cheeks and a milky white beard.  A jolly  old joker was how he appeared.  He wore  red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet,  And a  hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat.

His eyes – bright as  opals – Oh! How they twinkled!  And,  like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled!  His  shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly  Which  shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly.

A fat stack of  prezzies he flung from his back,  And he  looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack.  He  spoke not a word, but bent down on one knee,  To  position our goodies beneath the Yule tree.


Surfboard and  footy-ball shapes for us two.  And for  Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque.  A  mysterious package he left for our Mum,  Then he  turned and he winked and he held up his thumb;

He strolled out on  deck and his ‘roos came on cue;  Flung  his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.  He  bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates- MERRY  CHRISTMAS to all,  and goodonya,  MATES!’Unknown-11

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas or Just a Great Day


Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on your troubles
Will be out of sight, yeah


Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on your troubles

Will be miles away, oh ooh



Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough, oh
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now, ooh

Faithful friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us, once more, oh




Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow, oh yeah
But ’til then we’ll have to muddle through
Somehow, oh yeah, oh ooh oh
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

Merry Christmas, everyone,
from Santa