This is probably a merry for the Merry,
A definite merry before the Merry.
The house can not take no more,
Is it the love, noise, aroma, people, or pots clashing?
Dragging you beings back home was my favorite part of it.
It’s a seamless gathering.
One with hearts aligned, respects and -“been long I saw this face”.
Family back together, sewn with Christ’s and for Christ.
The chatter can start, one with coos and grunts.
Feels like a racket but really fills like a circus.
Lots of stories to tell, lots of things to learn.
It’s amazing, because this time I have lots of things to spill.
Nothing sweets the belly more than that audacious scents of food.
It increases everything -the joy, the laughter, the happiness, opening the portal for hearts, gifts.
The Fuu-Fuu, Party Jollof, Ewedu, Chicken, Salad, Fried-Rice, Moi-Moi -Crowning the year.
The eve seems to have broken the law of distance,
It’s covered up alot of the spaces.
Dragging your asses back home was really my favorite part.
One thing I know for sure is, the pots are just going to keep clashing.
The eve is just a tip of the iceberg. You know that Yoruba proverb about just bringing the bird out of the pocket; because, it’s not even the food yet, it’s the preparation for the food.
With various mothers, aunts and hands at their best, doing the most.
A night and day mixed with laughter, Christmas songs and fried meat.
Thus, Christ the Savior is born!
Happy Christmas Eve!
Merry Christmas in advance!
Good tidings, to you and your kins.