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