Twas the night before Christmas and all through Negril
Came the smell the jerk chicken searing on the grill
I drew up a list with all of my stops
I’ll be with my friends, the boardies and locks
With a red strip in one hand and in my left hand another
This Christmas in Negril will be like no other
No Burl Ives tonight, that’s not what you’ll hear
It’s Bob Marley, Peter Tosh and the great Burning Spear
So off to Cherala’s but just for the food
Then on to Ivan’s and Mary’s, then the Bourbon woo hoo
The rum is flowing, patio lights are all lit
I’ve just rolled some ganja - here mon have a hit
I end up at Alfred’s and feeling quiet frass
I slide off the bar stool right onto my ass
It’s time to head back for I’ve more than had plenty
I reach over the bar and hand Rudy a twenty
Out of the bar swaying, with red strip in hand
I can’t walk any further, I plant my ass in the sand
Whether it was the many Red Stipes, or the ganja I smoked
I swear that up in the sky I saw a flying fat bloke
He waved down to me and what did I hear
Mi wish yuh a merri crissmuss an a appy new year…
Originally Posted by rennie69
Twas the night before Christmas and all through Negril
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