A Taste of Christmas
The number of new immigrants has become a troubled and much debated issue in New Zealand. We rarely hear their personal stories, why they gave up everything in their own countries to make a new start so far away. In A Taste of Christmas special we go behind the doors, into the lives of these New Zealanders/ We hear their dreams,-understand their hopes and share their festive foods.
In the final part of the show, Peta takes a look at the myth of the traditional Kiwi Christmas dinner. She poses the question, and cooks her suggested answer to: "What is a real Kiwi Christmas dinner now?"
Christmas Poem
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And mild and sweet the words repeat,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
I thought how as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had roll'd along th' unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bow'd my head:
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men."
'Til ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,
Of peace on earth, good will to men!
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
