In the aquamarine seas where the trade winds play, Where sun-kissed waves dance, in a rhythmic ballet, Lies a land of enchantment, a tropical embrace, The Bahamas, where Lucayans left their trace.
In ages past, beneath the Caribbean sun, The Lucayans thrived, a people second to none. In archipelagic beauty, their home did unfold, A haven of coral, where stories were told.
On sandy shores, 'neath coconut palms' sway, The Lucayans sang, their voices in a coastal ballet. They wove tales in seashells, whispered in the breeze, Chronicles of a people, harmonized with the seas.
In The Bahamas, Christmas comes with delight, A season of joy, hearts so light. Families gather, friends unite, Under the starry, Bahamian night.
Visiting kin, from far and near, Warm embraces, full of cheer. Gifts exchanged, with love sincere, A time for laughter, a time to revere.
Through the streets, a car ride we go, To marvel at lights, and decorations aglow. Houses and shops adorned, a festive wake, A symphony of colors, for goodness' sake!