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It is now Christmas and everyone wearing some Christmas color, we all in the kitchen giving a helping hand except for me I'm just helping my belly to some food.

Come out, nuh.

Lowe mi.

With the song playing 'all I want for Christmas is you' playing in the background.

I dance to the music while tasting everyone pot.

"Shan, why yuh nuh come out," anna said.

"Anuh dat come tek mi out," I beat my chest.

She ran after me, and I ran out of the kitchen laughing.

"STOP SLOW MI DUNG INNA LIFE NUH GYAL, " I shout.

My mother was well dressed in her Christmas suit reading her book while her chipmunks cooked.

Christmas corral blasts through the house, and our Christmas tree is set up with presents underneath it.

All me should a wrap up under deh cause I'm a very special gift for yall.

Weh yuu say one in a million?

Yes, girllll.

Watch mi big batty gyals cooking fah me.

The boys played fifa on the flat screen TV.

Mario had his eyes on me, but I paid him no mind.

"Shaniece, " Renea called my name.

I head into the kitchen, "wah?" I answered.

"Come blend juice," she said, pointing to the carrot and ginger and other ingredients.

"Lieeeee," I exaggerate.

"Truuuuuuueee," she gave back the same energy.

Scrapping the carrots, then washing them and cutting them into small pieces, I placed them into the blender with the other ingredients.

I added water and pressed the buttons in which to blend.

Yea and good gyal done mek ih carrot juice.

"Rushawn bill nuh," I whinned as he poured a large amount of juice into a cup.

"...a your share dat eno, cause a must out a day day own yah drink, "

"Out a who fah, yuh mad man," she looked at him then me.

"Be a good wifey and share wid yuh husband," I tease her.

"Eeeee," anna and Ren agree with me.

"Weh him naah bade oman deh Shaniece?" She looked at me hands on her hip.

Anna used her mouth to point on her, and Renea just laughed, Rushawn left the kitchen, and I just laughed.

"If I laugh a die," I let out a sigh before exiting the kitchen.

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