Christmas In Newyork
Christmas in Newyork
Fresh pigeon peas, jug Gug, a leg of pork
Turkey well marinated, freshly bake coconut bread
Line up to be place in the old brick oven,
Hammering above the windows as the rods goes up
Freshly varnish floor, glistening under the old oil lamp
Here I am once again alone on Christmas eve,
Drinking eggnog and soaking a Virginia ham in the sink
No caroling singing, in the background
Only my chosen pick on You tube,
My girl Toni Braxton, singing another sad love song,
My heart saddens, as I relived those memories,
Cold up North, a chill felt apartment
I long to be home, as little Annie again,
I got up and head to the kitchen sink
To seasoning my duck meat.
Before I get drunk and fall flat on my face.
I will always be a Caribbean girl.
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