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Christmas the Good Old Days
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Sleepless night, in the early morn
Off to rush, rush, in Junkanoo!
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Dancing in the streets
Wearing crocus sacks and rags
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Making music with dry poinciana pods
Rocks in cans and goat skin drums
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Scrapping saws and scrub boards
banging on tin wash tubs
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Adorn in cactus painted masks
Topped with corn tassel sprigs
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Not having store bought gifts
But delicious fruits and cake galore!
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Going to candle light service
In celebration of Jesus’ birth
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
The spirit of Holidays was alive
On smiling faces everywhere
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Where well wishes echoed around
As carolers sang by candlelight
I haven’t forgotten
The good old days of Christmas
Each year Christmas is special for me
As I remember my Christmas' Past
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