1995 in Malongo.
The Night before Christmas
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
Written in Malongo December 1995
was the night before Christmas and all through the camp.
was bucketing rain and all things were damp.
cicadas and crickets were making such noise.
kids in this place, just a lot of big boys.
a flash and a whoosh, up in the sky.
bright sleigh and reindeer is passing close by.
bar had been closed for three hours or more.
the rain in deluge from the sky it did pour.
sleigh came in safely, I’m glad to report.
made a beautiful landing in the heliport.
a soul stirred, no one had seen him arrive.
the mosquitoes, he was being eaten alive.
course it was Santa who’d just found that berth.
of course it’s Malongo, the end of the earth.
looked quickly round and thought what a hole.
Come Dacher and Dancer, get us back to the North
sped away quickly away from that area.
after twenty-one days he came down with malaria.
on that rainy night as they sped away North.
looked back and he issued forth.
place that you work, it fills me with grief.
sorry my visit of necessity was brief.
on this Christmas day, with this wish I will go.
you’ll be back with your loved ones I know.
just for the present make the most of your plight.
to you all Happy Christmas, and a very good night.
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