I Remember Christmas Chapter 3 part 2 Aunt Yvonne

 

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 f lowing with joy and Peace lifted our hearts with promise and happiness. I Remember Christmas

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I Remember Christmas Chapter 3 Aunt Yvonne

 

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. https://www.marabuntaenterprise.com/

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I Remember Christmas Chapter 2 part 2

 

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 taught 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. Chapter 1part1 (Brother Ent Heavy)

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.

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I Remember Christmas. chapter 1

 

 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 I. Me 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 were, adorned the bottom of our Christmas tree. The essence of Christmas, giving gifts of love. 

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I Remember Christmas part 2 prologue

    

The truth became apparent to me when I had my new, lovely, then nine years old daughter, Deanna, read this script.  She totally enjoyed the script, she even laughed.  She then encouraged her teenage brother Marlon to read the script. His response was a wide smile. He also enjoyed the script.  I have since had this children story adapted and “performed” as a play by my local church in Brooklyn.  The play was well received by a multicultural congregation with much acclaim.

I Remember Christmas.Prologue

 

PROLOGUE

December 1992

The background of this children’s book has a distinctive Caribbean flare. Remembrance of Christmas opens windows on different cultures and their similarities.  The comparable backgrounds I feel children the world over can relate to and also adults.  Remembrance of Christmas narrative was drawn from memorable episodes of the Christmas season in my life “as a child growing up” in Guyana, South America and Ghana, West Africa.

          My desire to write about the joys of Christmas was ironically triggered by a feeling of sadness.

It was close to Christmas day I was far from home in New York, and I had not received a Christmas card from my son who then lived in Guyana.  It was a cold day the snow had fallen all night and into the morning.  I was on my way to work and had just missed the bus; all I could do was stand and lament. Then it slowly dawned on me I had to snap out of this feeling of sadness before it affected my new loving family. Hence the idea for Remembrance of Christmas was born.

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