Feel the Christmas breeze, watch the pepper lights!
Count the white washed stones and the houses painted bright-
Colours overflowing, people in their “Sunday best”
Sound systems all over, every corner hosting a Christmas fest!
Smell the sorrel, cut the cake and drink up the fine wine..
Tell the stories, share the jokes, smaddy must drunk by midnight!
Share a coin, spare a meal, lend a helping hand
Tis the season, a special season to share love across the land
Let the lovers stand under the mistletoe- just to share a kiss
Let the kids write to send Santa their long Christmas list.
Whatever your story is, whatever Christmas means to you
I wish you a merry one! may your dreams and wishes come true
Happy Holidays from our home to yours!
From the Blake, Morant, Lindo & Haughton family, happy holidays & all the best for the new year!
Maybe wishes really do come true
Maybe someone is really watching from above
Maybe there is meaning in all that way we do
Maybe there is still hope for love
Just don’t stop believing even when it gets rough
Because even if a little faith is all we have, sometimes that is enough
May you have joy this season
and the days after that
To the challenges ahead I say…
Cheers! eat cake and get fat!
Watching the calendar dates like a poodle sticking his head out of a moving car
I want these dates to move faster
Let’s skip the hours preventing me from seeing you
At least let them move fast enough
because Christmas is you,
and I need Christmas
Make it better than last year, last month, last week and yesterday
Make it even better than today, tomorrow
Give me imaginations and memories to capture my mind while I journey home
Let little smiles shadow my face in the midst of no where
Let it sneak up from behind
Give me a better love this Christmas
I wish I could wake up and see dad under the Christmas tree
That maybe the heavens returned him for Christmas
A part of you feels like it’s life and you are expected to understand and move on
But when I look at the pieces I see parts of him everywhere
Like today, how do I put the pieces together when today is his birthday?
Torn between missing him, being strong for the family, feeling like a piece of me is missing and still trying to be happy for the festive season
but its a Christmas without dad,
But I express it a day at a time, one tear at a time
Remembering to make every moment special
So in honour of him I remind all of us to not delay love
Let love flow everyday, tell relatives & friends how you really feel as often as you can
because its the worst feeling to have so much to say today that you should’ve said yesterday
I wish dad was under my Christmas tree
but I take comfort in knowing that on my Christmas tree, the angel on top will be filled with pieces of Dad.
In honour of Samuel Morant & the Morant family
Colour me days with wishful cheers and laughter
All shades of pigment on the choir sings in unison
Colour me days of mistletoes and love
Family getting together at least once per year
Colour me days of remembering what this season means
and remembering the ones who didn’t get to see it
Colour me happy, colour me Christmas-Happy Thanksgiving!
Decorate the house with mistletoes
This way you are sure to get a gift you love in almost every room on everyday
Could we also keep these up until next year?
After all everyday should be a holiday of love…
It wasn’t just his smile, his voice nor his touch
It was my life, my reason to smile this morning
It wasn’t just a visit, it was my reason to feel like I had something to live for
he is everything I dream of, those nights when I would sit imagining things and making up stories
but now he is my story, my fairytale beginning because it is still being written
Something purple because he pays attention to details
like my favorite color, my favorite song, my favorite food
The details to make me smile or feel needed
My Valentines day was yesterday and Christmas was a little after 5pm when I saw him standing there waiting to see me
Someone needs to find this man and tell him how much I love him
no matter the stanza or the length of the poem or the title I feel like there was more I could’ve said
so Dear reader you tell Gerald I love him with every inch of me because I don’t think I fully told him