Christmas morning was now upon us

And outside was white with snow,

Santa Claus had long been gone

At least who she was, we know.

Everything seemed so joyful and still

As I watched the Christmas lights flash,

holding on tightly to my silver gun

Wearing a plastic cowboy moustache.

My brother had the smallest gun

And was jealous so we started to fight,

The big one's mine I said to him

Mummy put it on my bed last night.

Well the chocolates kept him quiet

As he filled up his tipper truck,

With bounty's, mars bars and toffees

And the driver who was a rubber duck.

Breakfast was always ackees and saltfish

Fried dumplins and nice things to eat,

Then later for the main Christmas dinner

We'd have turkey and roasted meat.

The Christmas days that I remember

was always peaceful without a doubt,

And even with sibling skirmishes

The day was joyous throughout.

Televisions those days were black and white

And we'd watch the choirs sing,

The peace and spirit of the carols 

Made angels fold their wings.

After all, it was a time to celebrate

The Christ and his holy birth,

Who God the father gave to us

To be king of all the earth.

My uncle and Aunt always came downstairs

To join us on Christmas day,

And before we started to eat anything

A prayer my mother would say,

Sometimes when she said the grace

It was kind of boring and long,

And even when she finished praying

She wanted to sing a song.

"Finish now" I'd say in my mind

Lets get our teeth in this food,

Breakfast happened many hours ago

So now I'm in the mood.