’Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the town
Islander's were stirring, some with a frown;
The shopping wasn’t finished and the crowds still looked,
The aisle’s were so crowded, the cooks couldn’t cook.
The parcels arrived at Kingshill every day
but the lines always looked like they were stuck in stay.
If you thought for a moment of coming back later
The lines would just be that much greater.
So breathing a sigh and taking a place
you’d get in line and observe the human race.
Some were happy and some were mad
but the best ones of all were the ones that were glad.
The clerks they were busy and tried their best
even though you knew they were feeling so stressed.
But then in a twinkling your on cloud nine
cause you heard those magic words “Who’s next in line?”
You’re glad to be moving, glad to see friends,
glad to get a package from that yellow slip in your hand.
But when it was over and you’d walked through the door
you pitied the new ones cause you were done for.
In the back of your mind you knew you’d done time
but the thought of ice cream helped you to climb
into your car and down Centerline
to Armstrong’s...where the taste is sublime.
All you could think of was getting that spoon
into your mouth, please let it be soon.
But when you entered all you could do
was watch her scrape that scoop through that glorious goo.
The place was crowded, the tv was on,
the Coquito on the counter looked seriously strong.
The line looked orderly and not arbitrary
but i worried i might not get any guavaberry.
Its that time of year and we have to wait
even though it feels like some might agitate.
But peace prevailed and the customer’s were merry
and yes i got my guavaberry.
So gooseberry, guavaberry,Christmas berry
lets all stand in line and try to be Merry.
Ho!Ho!Ho!
See ya next week!
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