Folks 'Mother' is getting a touch of the Christmas spirit - its getting cold, and her eyes are on her colonial tropical isles .....so raise your voices to sing.... preferable after a glass of something 'overproof'....


One the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me ... one red poinsetta
And a nutmeg with mace on it.

On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me... two glasses of sorrel
And a nutmeg with mace on it.

On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me... three bagged hams
And a nutmeg with mace on it.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me ... four slices of rummy fruit cake
And a nutmeg with mace on it.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me.... five snow cones
And a nutmeg with mace on it.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me ... six quills of cinnamon
And a nutmeg with mace on it.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me... seven pounds of pigeon peas
And a nutmeg with mace on it.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me.... eight Caribbean lobsters
And a nutmeg with mace on it

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me... nine tonka beans
and a Nutmeg with mace on it.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me... ten bags of coconuts
and a nutmeg with mace on it

On the eleventh day of christmas my true love sent to me...eleven
And a nutmeg with mace on it.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me ....twelve guava cheeses
And a nutmeg with mace on it.
And a nutmeg with mace on it.