Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home
The Coco Mania was stirring with pineapple, not to be left alone.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that my next trip to Jamaica soon would be there.
I was nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of my November trip danced in my head.




The Coco Mania was stirring with pineapple, not to be left alone.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that my next trip to Jamaica soon would be there.
I was nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of my November trip danced in my head.






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