Christmas in my village

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Wearing the best of cloth and a shoe to match. Going to my village to celebrate with my kins men is a thing of joy
As we gather every night under the moon, to tell tales of our lives outside the village
All in celebration of the birth of a star called Jesus
A light that can never go off, a light that lives in us.
We ate Chicken,  turkey,  pepper soup with agidi and we danced Gbe bodie
All in celebration of a king that reigns forever and his kingdom never ends
A king that protects his people all the days of their life.
A king that loves and is called love

Then we sang silent night and first Noel,  humming when it got to a line we didn't know to well,
It was a night of joy and catching up with uncles and aunties I only heard of but never saw
I finally met aunty Maryann whose voice was as clear as a crystal and as loud as a cymbal.  Even uncle Dubem whose story of great farm exploits had reached the neighboring countries where I lived.

It was a time to remember as the trees shined bright with the Christmas light colored our faces with smiles unending.