By Joan Wilson

It was no ordinary Christmas morning for me

As
I opened the bedroom door to have a peep.

Just
so excited and eager for the sun to rise

So I could quickly claim my Santa surprise.

*

So
quietly I closed the bedroom door

Returning
to my bedroom as I said before.

“Just
a minute or two to go,” I said,

“I wouldn’t even go near the bed.”

*

As
the excitement started to build in my mind

Just
wondering what toy I would get, what I would find,

It
seemed like hours and hours had past

When suddenly I heard the sound of music at last.

*

It
was sweet music coming from a small band,

As
they walked into our garden of all white sand,

Playing
their maracas, guitars, drum and saxophone.

We all sat on the porch rail and joined in the tune.

*

Now
this was Christmas morning of yesterday

And
I wouldn’t have it any other way,

With
James Thomas, Willard Connor, Delhart and Elon Parrs.

No need for other musicians to come from afar.

*

When
they would sing Glory, Glory, Hallelujah

It
made the hairs on my head start to crawl,

And
the hip, hip, hurrahs came from under their lungs

No complaints from anyone as they joined in the song.

*

They
sang, “England got the money and Jamaica got the rum.”

That
was their favourite marching song.

And
with another “Hip, hip, hip, hurrah!”

They marched on their Merry Christmas way.

*

As
I looked in the living room to find my toy

I
was so excited and so full of joy

Not
knowing exactly what I would find

I really can’t explain what was on my mind.

*

And
guess what I found that charmed me so much?

A
big brown teddy bear so soft to touch,

I
hugged it and kissed it and cuddled it too.

It’s was what I’d longed for all the year through.

*

I
never had a teddy bear before just a dolly I think.

She
had a lovely smile on her face and eyes that winked.

I
cuddled that doll both night and day

And loved her in a very special way.

*

Back
to the living room and to the gifts on the floor

Was
this big cuddly teddy bear really mine for sure?

“It’s
yours all yours.” My mother said with glee

“Take it as a gift from Santa and me.”

*

Our
neighbour played Christmas Carols all year round

From
her “Victrola” came a real familiar sound,

And
whilst Hark the Herald Angels were singing

Above and beyond the Church Bells were ringing.

*

They
were calling us to celebrate Christmas morn

This
was the day the Christ Child was born

We
sang, “Away in a Manger No Crib for a Bed,

The little Lord Jesus lay down His Sweet Head.”

*

So
off to Church you should have seen us walking

As
we shared all our thoughts laughing and talking.

New
dress and shoes was the usual trend,

We were hoping the day would never end.

*

But
it did - Yesterday …. A long time ago!