Today is the start of the final and sweetest month of the year, December, Christmas! And when I get out into the Belle shortly I only hope Mr Ward at Atlantic Marketing got the biggest, sweetest Xmas tree fuh de Vendor, I just love a real tree, waking up pun a morning and forgetting de bills, de taxes, the stress, de politics and just enjoying the smell of the tree.
Last week in Grenada having dinner wid some friends, a fella and he lady having a romantic dinner and then suddenly so the whole staff start singing happy birthday to the lady and everybody in the restaurant join in too, if you see she smiling and when the bill come she paying the bill and I swear to the father above as they about to leave the vagabond ask she if she enjoy she birthday and she smile and say yes! People it got to be Christmas.
I know Xmas coming when I already had my first drink of real sorrel right there in Grenada.
It must be Christmas when dotish Patrick Manning finally find a voice in Parliament and to loud cackles from members of the House, declare that prime minister Kamla Persad Bissessar and she hubby building a palace in south Trinidad costing over $150 million? Patrick, you shoulda keep quiet cause people saying you suffering from all sorts of mental ailments and then Kams come and deliver a knockout blow by showing that she spend only $3.5 million TT pun de house whichin they was building for seven years now and you look so foolish.
The Trinis saying you shoulda remain mute, they say they now understand the problem, if you could look at an unfinished house that take seven years to build and think it cost $150 million it is no wonder you was spending billions on all kinds of projects and didn’t see anything wrong! They say you was spending money like it wasn’t real money, that a new game called MANN-OPOLY, has been named and dedicated to you, I gwine share de rules another day! But don’t mind them nor me Patrick, talk yuh talk, we need de belly laughs!
I know Xmas coming everytime I get pun a certain regional airline cause inside the cabin always smell like somebody left rotten ham in de plane, fuh the New Year fire de cleaning company, invest in some Febreze and turn on the damn AC units so we don’t sweat like if we was digging yams all day!
Xmas coming in St Vincent and my boy Ralphie wukking hard fuh he Xmas present, reelection, it would be terrible if he have to pack up and go in de middle of de season! It would be a big Xmas fuh de Bees if Mee Mee and the House of (Alleyne) Arthur kiss and make up, but it gwine tek more than the season of goodwill to mek that one happen, something of seismic proportions will have to happen fuh that to come to pass!
I know it is Christmas when my Trini friends start to bring out de pastels and de punche crème, when we Bajans rolling out de conkies and de great cake, when de peas fuh de Jug Jug carefully stored away. I know it is Xmas season when I start hearing from people I ain’t hear fuh de whole year and them jokingly telling me what they want fuh Xmas.
I know it is de Xmas season when people can finally tek a joke, when people start forgiving one another, when de malls full of goodies and people painting, cleaning, scrubbing, trimming all over the house and yard.
But dis year Christmas looking bleak fuh some, no more tax credits pun deposits in the credit union, no more tax breaks pun travel and entertainment, VAT up, gas prices up, bus fares up, electricity up, water up, bonus gone, salary gone, travel plans gone, gifts cut back, things looking real bleak this Christmas.
I Market Vendor gone fuh now, you have a blessed and a wonderful day, yuh hear?
