One Man Band
The last time we spent Christmas on an island was when we lived on St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands. One year Guy and I hosted a razzmatazz on the beach……….
Come down to the beach on Christmas Day
You're invited for brunch at Magans Bay
There'll be champers on ice, plus a turkey or two
And Guy will cook breakfast especially for you.
He is terribly talented, an ace on that grill
He performs with panache, you're in for a thrill.
With sausages sizzling and bacon all crispy
He'll waltz round the fire, a Rumanian gypsy.
His spatula waving, his tongs all a-blaze
He'll give you a meal to delight and amaze.
After you've eaten, and passed out for a while
We'll dance a fandango with passion and style.
We'll then play charades, what excellent fun
Or just flop on the sand and soak up the sun.
You could glide underwater and talk to a fish
Or oogle the crowd for some leggy young dish.
We live on an island, a mere dot in the sea
Where Christmas is different, as different can be.
So don't sit at home in the gloom and the dark
Come down to the beach for a bit of a lark.
The party ended with the sun sliding gloriously below the horizon while we listened dreamily to the sweet music of a penny whistle played with subtle mastery by a little fellow who had appeared from behind a palm tree as if from nowhere.