It’s that time of the year when the shimmering lights come alive.
It’s Christmas time...Joy… peace and happiness in our homeland Jamaica.
The smell of mom baking the fruit cake with all the right spices and the aroma of hot chocolate tea permeates the Christmas air.
Mixing the sorrel with WATA, red label wine and don’t forget the white rum.
The honey glaze ham, the curry goat, and the gungo rice and peas are how yuh know yuh deh yard.
The magic of Christmas is complete when all the family sits around the table and remembers the good old days.
From our family to your family have a Merry Jamaican Christmas
Copyright © sonya Stewart | Year Posted 2022
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