<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657065287145273499</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:14.711-07:00</updated><category term='Dad'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Fathers Day'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hotcockle Cyber Gallery</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotcocklecybergallery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3657065287145273499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotcocklecybergallery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hotcockle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00351490632647240617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657065287145273499.post-6815638572331295239</id><published>2007-09-10T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:27:46.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN Aussie Christmas</title><content type='html'>..Dad begs for one more hours peace, then tries to throw the leg&lt;br /&gt;mum tells dad to get out, he still smells of the Christmas party keg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..The kids are up and running round&lt;br /&gt;toys piled up with excitement abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..A slug gun for the young'un, the possums don't stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;pink push bike in the hallway, the daughter grinds out her dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Hankies from grandma, jocks and socks from aunty May&lt;br /&gt;the kids go off their nuts, they just love their Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..The Christmas tree was chockers, decked out and looking grouse&lt;br /&gt;dad bolts together the trampoline to get out of the noisy house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Our sprinkler sprays the driveway it's a hundred degrees today&lt;br /&gt;an great Aussie tradition to let the kids cool off as they play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Party hat goes on the dog that hangs around the table,&lt;br /&gt;he awaits the bitch thats always at the heels of pretty Mabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Breakfast done and finished with, the family will arrive soon&lt;br /&gt;time to tidy up the wrappings, prepare for the festivities at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Lollies by the bucket full to hype these kids right out&lt;br /&gt;more Rum for the fruit punch to give it a bit more clout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ham, turkey, prawns and oysters lay on chilled beds of ice,&lt;br /&gt;with salads and the sauces, the taste buds drool,enticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Shade cloth for the table a sheet to cover the lot&lt;br /&gt;ice buckets full of grog to help us loose the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Every thing at the ready it's time to have a beer&lt;br /&gt;won't be long until our home fills up with raucous yuletide cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..All turn up in their Christmas clothes still creased with the odd ticket shown,&lt;br /&gt;now small talk at the table, about how much the children have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..As the grog starts to take effect everyone loosens up,&lt;br /&gt;the stories flow of by gone years as mirth now fills their cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Children sit intently and hear how grandpa won the war,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma swats the mongrel off the bitch,"God knows what the children saw!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..A cricket ball smashes into the Pavlova, splatting everyone around&lt;br /&gt;leaving dad holding his belly laughing on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ice cream cake melts as kids fight over who's turn it is to bat,&lt;br /&gt;while grandma still swatting the dogs, telling them to scat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Two uncles fight behind the shed about issues from years before,&lt;br /&gt;with side bets on the result to see who evens out the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Cousin Ron fell off the skateboard smashing it to bits,&lt;br /&gt;says he'll buy another as his kiddy throws some fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..The women sound like chooks cackling about to lay an egg,&lt;br /&gt;ready to sleep off his swollen belly, dad's headed for the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Yes it's Christmas day in the land of Oz where a laid back party is the go,&lt;br /&gt;no formalities here, we let it all hang out, while we watch our family tree grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Cold cuts left over so we'll eat them for the week&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day is clean up day as the prawn heads start to reek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Hung over heads tidy up as we hear a true Christmas din&lt;br /&gt;a symphony of stubbies, tinkle and smash in an overflowing bin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3657065287145273499-6815638572331295239?l=hotcocklecybergallery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotcocklecybergallery.blogspot.com/feeds/6815638572331295239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3657065287145273499.post-368459766684382723</id><published>2007-09-10T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:26:06.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Daddies Day</title><content type='html'>.It's Daddies day in the land of Oz,&lt;br /&gt;was given the day off..just because.  &lt;p&gt;...Woke up late,&lt;br /&gt;I was told the plan,&lt;br /&gt;for brecky in bed&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'm the man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...I tell 'em don't worry it's just a normal day&lt;br /&gt;to me every day,  is Fathers day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...I wash everyday,  the skid marked jocks&lt;br /&gt;and listen to arguments about the school socks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...One wants Vegemite the others want cheese,&lt;br /&gt;the baby whops me in the cods which brings me to my knees.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...The eldest boy gets locked up, the copper wants him booked&lt;br /&gt;dad jumps on the phone and get's the problem over looked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...I'm always in the crap , and never get it right&lt;br /&gt;but handy when things go crazy, or go 'bump in the night'.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...I'll pick 'em up or drop 'em off&lt;br /&gt;kick 'em in the arse or treat 'em soft.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...Yes it's daddies day, the beer is for free&lt;br /&gt;I phoned my dad and the kids phoned me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...So today I'll put me feet up,&lt;br /&gt;feel the love and have no fights,&lt;br /&gt;then later on when the door is closed,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be one of daddies naughty nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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