That’s Christmas To Me

This cool dry breeze wey just dey blow

Reminds me of one thing

My skin go white my lips go dry

The usual harmattan feel

All my Neighbours don dey feed their fowl

Make e fat by 25th

Oh Ai!

This Christmas go sweet

Market don dey full of course

The price of things go rise

Oh you Better rush buy Christmas clothes

And store your bag of rice

All these rushing feelings and merry spirit

Colors the yuletide

Oh Ai!

This Christmas go sweet

I get my Christmas fowl dey my yard

My house dey bling bling from the Christmas light

And every street corner, dem dey blow knockout, morning till night

Oh Ai!

This Christmas dey Sweet

I don pack my bag for night

Tomorrow i hit the road

No matter where hustle carry you go

Christmas brings you home

Cos the rice dey sweet and chicken stew

When you chop with your family

Oh Ai!

This Christmas Dey sweet

I get my Christmas fowl dey my yard

My house dey bling bling from the Christmas light

And every street corner, dem dey blow knockout, morning till night

Oh Guy, this Christmas dey Sweet.

Oh Oh Oh Oh

No matter how the economy wan be

Oh oh ai

This Christmas go sweetie

I get my Christmas fowl dey my yard

My house dey bling bling from the Christmas light

And from year to year we go know one thing

Na the love wey Christmas dey bring