By Joan .E. (Watler) Wilson

Oh, but it’s beautiful this time of year,

There’s singing and a lot of parties everywhere.

Happy shoppers are buying gifts galore

As the shops keep stocking up, more and more.

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The lights are hung and shining bright,

They’re every colour and make a gorgeous sight.

Programmes in the church telling the story of Jesus’ birth

And how he brought good tidings and peace to earth.

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Here, in Cayman, there’s so much warmth and laughter,

Everyone seems to know just what they’re after.

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I need a nice dress for the party tonight

And if I buy a new suit for Jack, we’ll look all right.

And Jessie, who is just two years old,

Will look like a new swing and a doll to hold.

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There’s a lot of cooking for us poor moms to do,

1 don’t know if we’ll ever get through,

And, then we’re expected to look our best

When we walk into the parties so finely dressed.

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I really don’t know how we manage to do it

But we do it every year as though there’s nothing to it.

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And, you know folks, I think we enjoy it all:

The gift giving, the partying and having a ball,

And going to church on that beautiful Christmas morn

To hear that wonderful story of when Christ was born.