Christmas the Good Old Days

Written by: Deborah Burrows

                        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