A trip to ijaiye; a very small town in that rocky city called Abeokuta
My frame forced into the tiny space in that most favoured spot by the window of da’s metallic blue Peugeot 504
My chubby face glued to the “winscreem” as we called it
Watching the lush greenery as they blended and melded with the large expanse of sparse land
Marveling at the old houses washed in the natural redness of earth’s colour
Christmas to me, was…
The “ankos” we got to wear and the many bottles of tango drink
'T was the numerous plates of burnt jollof rice not even the sound of exploding bangers at eventide
Christmas to me was…
Taking and taking from family plus cousins, even the unloved uncles I would pally up with for the moment just to get crispy N5 notes
That was Christmas to me (chuckles) and now?
Christmas to me is…
Giving and sharing
Singing. Reflecting and appreciating the most beautiful gift of Salvation
That God from His throne would send His only begotten son to die for you and I for the ransom of our souls
It’s the gladness of the season with all the warmth it brings…
Beautiful isn't it?
What is Christmas to you?
I hope like me it holds a new meaning of Joy
Joooooooooooooooooooooooooy
"Joy to the World", the carollers sang out
as last minute shoppers scurried about
desperately seeking that one special gift
that would give Christmas morning a magical lift.
As an old man stood standing listening to the song,
midst all the madness of the bustling throng,
in a shaky hoarse voice he began to join in
singing the words of the famous old hymn.
One by one people stopped with their madness
to join with the old man for a moment of gladness.
By the time the carollers finished with singing the song
the whole throng was united as they all sang along.
As if by magic from out of the sky
church bells rang out from a chapel nearby.
And when it was over the people greeted each other
with messages of good will they shared with one another.
You see that magical lift the shoppers sought for so long
was not in the buying or scurrying along.
That magical gift so desperately sought
was the Spirit of Christmas - which could never be bought.
Writer's note - A very late post on what Christmas is to me, better late than never you reckon? Poem in italics is as written by Tom Krause
Image Credit - Google images
Christmas is chilling with the family whether travelling or at home
ReplyDeleteChristmas to me is being with *******
ReplyDeleteChristmas for me was and is being with the family. It's a tradition I love and wont trade for anything else. I pray to carry it on.
ReplyDeleteFinally! #whew#
ReplyDeleteLaughs. Sorry maami, don't mind Google o stressing like this. Kisses from me to you...muah
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