In the sixties in Guyana was
going through a period of political unrest.
There was protest, rioting looting and thousands of workers were on
strike. There were food shortages and many houses and business were burnt to
the ground. These were frightening times
for children. My aunt Yvonne whom we lived with then was also on strike. My brother and I had gone to live with her
while; our parents were away in Ghana West Africa.
Therefore I will always remember the
sad rainy day when the miracle of Christmas came rippling into our world. Our aunt Yvonne came bursting into our
bedroom dancing and flouncing. Flouncing
is a traditional dance step in Guyana, preformed mainly during the Christmas
season.
Suddenly while flouncing away with the
majesty of Christmas Aunt Yvonne raised the hem of skirt and out flew a
toy. Then with one, more whirl and toss
of the hem of her skirt out flew another toy.
To my brother and I these were the best of gifts of the season, nothing
else mattered. Our hearts were so
content it would not have mattered if we received no new gifts. We were completely satisfied. Her dance of an angle flowing with joy and
Peace lifted our hearts with promise and happiness.
I remember Christmas.
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