When I was a little boy
Christmas had but one meaning
A time for fun and frolic
Just as it was in the beginning
New clothes and toys abound
As Canaan overflowed with milk and honey
The aura of joy so overwhelming
Even if there was little money
The sounds of Bony M's classic
Pervaded one with an evoking nostalgia
Even though I wasn't born in the 70's
It worked better than anaesthesia
The fun of eating the chicken's head
Made it more enticing
The presence of rice and stew very plenty
Made it more inviting
A communal trip to the village
Was to us a sacred tradition
With cousins,uncles and relatives in convoy
We made our humble expedition
We arrive to a joyful raucous welcome
Which spoke volumes of the joy in their hearts
An evidence of "distance makes the heart grow fonder "
A saying that depicts the essence of arts
Tales by moonlight at night
Had become more live than a TV programme
As we surrounded Aribobo,the storyteller
To hear the tortoise cut meat from the cow's bombom
How I long to go back to that Christmas
To have that heart so naive and free
Climbing the hills of Iyiakwu stream
Will forever be a nostalgic spree.
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