Daddy loved Christmas.
During this time of the year, he took control of the kitchen. Prepared the turkey, the Ham the Garlic Pork,
boiling the pigs feet and ears to make souse. Boiling down the beef for the
pepper pot and using all of the rich spices.
Not forgetting the rum punch and Punch Remer. We stood by like nurses passing the different
cooking utensils to him the surgeon who performing the different cuts on the
turkey, ham and roast pork.
During all
this cooking activity, loud calypso music was being played, With a Christmas
festive flare. Infusing our minds with
the sounds of Christmas, we will never forget.
Mummy would peak every once a while. Concerned about the state of her
kitchen, which was now taken over? This
was the only time of the year she did not interfere with activities in her
kitchen. Mummy got about decorating the living room
area of the house. When the food was in
the oven, everyone gathered around to help her.
She was quite a boss, but we loved her all the same. The Christmas tree had to be lifted in and
placed into position. We always had a
very big natural Christmas tree. Last
year’s carton with all the Christmas decorations was brought down and old
lights were tested and all broken bulbs discarded and new ones put in
place. Then came Christmas Eve night
when we wrapped gifts and placed them under the tree. Oh! How I loved Christmas. Now all tired, we
try to stay up as long as our eyes would permit to see when Santa would come
with all our gifts. He only came after
we drifted into a deep sleep.
I Remember Christmas.
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Attached to this blog please find links to Lulu.com, saatchiart.com, Barnes and Noble. Also link to spoken black girl my daughter Rowana’s blog.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/https://spokenblackgirl.com/author/spokenblackgirl/
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