Inkspire

  Well hear dis one yah now! Christmas Eve come, an’ everybody in de house busy busy. Mama cleaning, Daddy stringing up de Christmas lights (and cussing cause de bulb dem keep blowing), and me an’ my lil sister wrapping up de last-minute gifts. But lemme tell you bout de star ah de story—de Christmas ham. Now, dis ham wasn’t no ordinary ham, yuh know. Mama order it from some special farm way up in de countryside, and it come big, juicy, an’ smelling like heaven. She soak it down in pineapple juice, cloves, an’ her secret seasoning mix from since two days ago. De whole house smelling like Christmas done start early. So, de ham done bake, golden brown and shining like a piece ah gold in de pan. Mama put it pon de kitchen table, right by de window, to cool off. She warn everybody, "Nobody touch me ham, yuh hear! Dis ham is for Christmas lunch, not one piece missin!" Well, everybody obey, cause when Mama talk, yuh listen. But guess who nuh listen? De stray cat from round de yard!...