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.
