In Nigeria, as Christmas draws near,
The spirit awakens, joyous and clear.

Families gather, a harmonious throng,
with laughter and songs, a festive song.

The air is infused with a vibrant delight,
As homes shimmer with colourful light.

Marketplaces buzz, a lively array,
With gifts and goodies in the warm, bustling sway.

Jollof rice perfumes are the air,
A feast shared with those we hold dear.

Church bells jingle, a sacred sound,
In praise and worship, hearts abound.

Children’s eyes gleam, filled with wonder,
As tales of Christmas, like magic, they ponder.

Yet, beyond the presents and joy so sweet,
Resides in a spirit of love, pure and complete.

In Nigeria’s embrace, Christmas unfolds,
A celebration of warmth that never grows old.

In Nigeria’s embrace, Father Christmas roams,
Amidst vibrant colours and lively homes.
Dressed in red beneath the sun’s warm kiss,
Bringing joy and wonder with each Christmas bliss.

From Lagos to Jos, his presence known,
In the hearts of children, his tales are sown.
A fusion of cultures in this festive dance,
Father Christmas in Nigeria, a joyful trance.

His sack filled not just with gifts so fine,
But dreams and hopes in every design.
Children’s eyes gleam with pure delight,
As Father Christmas makes spirits bright.

Amidst the palm trees and harmattan breeze,
He shares laughter and gifts with such ease.
In the warmth of unity, his spirit gleams,
A Nigerian Christmas, painted in dreams.

So, let the joyous rhythms resound,
As Father Christmas in Nigeria is found.
A tale of love, in colors so vivid,
A season’s magic, beautifully lived.