Christmas Come-An-Gorn

Ageless Christmas ketch ah piggy-back
from time, an he comin laden wid promises,
expectations thick in de air. There’s no lack

of energy; people making commesse
excited about Christmas. Charlotte Street
stores sellin lace curtain-cloth, doing business

like dey never done before; soca beat
loud on dey P A system; Fada Christmas
wid a black face, pillow-stuffed belly, greet-

in everybody; he dress up like ole mas.
But nevermine all-ah-dat, is de food
I waitin for. A-lot-ah rum go pass

dese lips; ah go hit de Vat 19 good,
an before Christmas come-an-gorn
I go get tight as everybody should.

I go eat Christmas cake meh mudder born
to make wid she special rum recipe.
She cookin through de night, den Chirstmas morn-

In, de house smell like food festivity:
boiled smoked ham, roasted turkey, rice-an-peas,
plenty sorrel, ginger beer an mauby;

an every Tom, Dick an Harry like bees
in de house jus’ like round a sugar barrel.
Now lehme wine meh body, if yuh please.