The school term is not yet over my part is still available. One week before Christmas, I rehearsed my part. The play opens on Christmas Eve. There was a standing ovation for me before and after the play. By then Deanna wanted to act with me she was in love with me all along and I did not know. Oh! Boy! How I love this Christmas time of the Year.
I remember Christmas.
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Sick and in hospital, how miserable can that be? I then got a gift - a pair of Cowboy guns and a holster. My spirits perked up. I was still sick but in a much better mood. One evening a gentleman came to visit whom I had never seen before, and he took a picture of me, standing on my bed with my guns drawn. He promised to return later with a copy of the photograph. My mood changed miraculously and I began to feel better. The spirit of Christmas was in the air again.
Oh! How I love this festive season of the year. Soon came the day that I was to be discharged, the gentleman had not returned with the picture of me. I was packed and ready and waiting for my parents to pick me up. I sat on my bed feeling very sad and pensive. Maybe I would never see the gentleman who took the picture of me again? Then I would never see how I looked.
However, remember this is Christmas. Just as I removed my hands from my eyes, the gentleman came rushing in, waving my picture above his head. I loved it! I looked great! I was overjoyed. Years later as an adult I learned the identity of the gentleman after examining the back of the photograph.
I remember Christmas
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 creamer. 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 in 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.
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FESTIVITY
On Christmas Eve, we excitedly took a trip to the shopping district. The roads are packed with shoppers and hawkers. There were vendors on both sides of the street making it difficult to walk on the pavement. Firecrackers going off Bang!Bang! ,whistles and horns blaring in the esthetic Christmas air. They are tons of toys, and lots of food for sale.
Of course, one cannot leave out the masquerade dancers accompanied by flute players and drummers making merry music. Joining them is the scary Mad Bull with his horns and fearsome face. Then there is the Granny Long Lady on stilts with her face painted white. “Man it is fun.” The masquerade dancers and the flouncing musicians singing and chanting “Christmas comes but once a year, so drinks your rum and tumble down, Bato, Bato! Christmas comes but once a year, so flounce if you flouncing Bato, Bato! Christmas comes but once a year so wine and tumble down on the ground Bato, Bato!”
Up the road, there were steel pan players beating out sweet carols at a bouncy calypso beat. In addition, girls and boys, women and men dancing up a storm to the rhythm of Christmas calypso music.
Oh! Boy, I love this Christmas season.
I remember Christmas
In the sixties, Guyana was going through a period of political unrest. There were protest, rioting looting, and thousands of workers were on strike. There were food shortages, and many houses and businesses were burned 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.
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, performed mainly during the Christmas season.
Suddenly, while flouncing away with the majesty of Christmas, Aunt Yvonne raised the hem of her 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 me, 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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During the Christmas season, one of the traditions in Ghana was to build a trash house. This trash house was built out of the leaves from a palm tree. You then spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning in it rejoicing the day Christ was born. This custom symbolized the humble way that Christ came into the world, born in a stable. Although I must confess that, I was never able to spend the whole night in the palm house. I missed my bed, and the nights were cold.
It was Christmas Eve and my elder brother, Clarence and I decided to climb a tall tree to cut down a few posts to build our little Christmas house. While my tall, and on the way to becoming fat, brother climbed the tree, I stood at the bottom of the tree to point out which of the best limbs to cut. Suddenly I heard a loud crack Then before my horrified eyes, Clarence came crashing down from the tree, landing on a pointed tree stump with a loud “thump”. That then punctured his right thigh.
Bravely he held on to his thigh and told me not to cry. Quickly he ripped his shirt off and told me to tie a tourniquet above the wound. How that thought came to him, I would never know. I scampered home screaming for help. What a courageous big brother Clarence was. Lucky for us, my parents were home they rushed him to the hospital. “Oh! For the love of parents, what would kids do.”
I remember Christmas
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I remember Christmas when as a little boy I sat Under the Christmas tree and gazed at all the toys that Santa had brought for my brother and me. With me and my brother saying aloud “Santa must be a very good man”.
Those words brought tears of joy to my grandfather’s eyes. At that age, I had no idea that he was one of Santa’s great helpers, who brought all those wonderful gifts that, adorned the bottom of our Christmas tree.
The essence of Christmas, giving gifts of love.
I remember Christmas
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