Care to join us for an island-style sing-along?

 

On the first day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

A Rooster Crowing at Me.

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On the second day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

 

On the third day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

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On the fourth day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

 

On the fifth day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

*** Five Daiquiris ***

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

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On the sixth day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Six ‘Squitoes Biting

*** Five Daiquiris ***

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

 

On the seventh day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Seven Thousand Tourists

Six ‘Squitoes Biting

*** Five Daiquiris ***

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

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On the eighth day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Eight Billionaires Yachting

Seven Thousand Tourists

Six ‘Squitoes Biting

*** Five Daiquiris ***

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

 

On the ninth day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Nine Ladies Chupsing

Eight Billionaires Yachting

Seven Thousand Tourists

Six ‘Squitoes Biting

*** Five Daiquiris ***

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

 

On the tenth day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Ten Goats a Crossing

Nine Ladies Chupsing

Eight Billionaires Yachting

Seven Thousand Tourists

Six ‘Squitoes Biting

*** Five Daiquiris ***

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

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On the eleventh day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Eleven Cruise Ships Bursting

Ten Goats a Crossing

Nine Ladies Chupsing

Eight Billionaires Yachting

Seven Thousand Tourists

Six ‘Squitoes Biting

*** Five Daiquiris ***

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

 

On the twelfth day of Christmas

my island gave to me:

Twelve Steel Pan Bar Bands

Eleven Cruise Ships Bursting

Ten Goats a Crossing

Nine Ladies Chupsing

Eight Billionaires Yachting

Seven Thousand Tourists

Six ‘Squitoes Biting

*** Five Daiquiris ***

Four Moldy Pears

Three Flat Tires

Two Days No Power

and a Rooster Crowing at Me.

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Happy Holidays from all the Women Who Live on Rocks!

Written By:

Chrissann Nickel

Current Rock of Residence:

Virgin Gorda, BVI

Island Girl Since:

2006

Originally Hails From:

California

Chrissann’s home rock in the British Virgin Islands feels bigger to her than it actually is. Though after spending five years on a teensy one acre island, the current 13-mile long rock she’s residing on now IS ginormous, at least by comparison. As with everything in the tropics, it’s all about perspective.

Once upon a time she used to care about things like matching her purse to her pumps but these days, any activities that require a bra and shoes go under careful, is-this-even-worth-it consideration. If island life has taught her anything at all, it’s that few things are more rewarding than time spent in the pool with a cocktail in hand.

As the Editor in Chief of this site, she spends her days working from home with her blue-eyed sidekick, Island Dog Diego, writing, editing, and cultivating content in the hopes of bringing some laughter and lightness to her fellow island souls. She recently published her first children’s book, When You’re a Baby Who Lives on a Rock, and is pretty pumped to share it with all of the island mamas out there. Her days off are typically spent boating, hiking, and meeting up with the neighborhood’s imperious roadside goats, who she shamelessly bribes into friendship. While normalcy was never listed as one of her special skills, Caribbean life may indeed be responsible for new levels of madness. She attributes at least a smidge of her insanity to the amount of time she spends talking to drunk people.

If you’re somehow still reading this and feel inclined to find out more about this “Chrissann” of which we speak, you can also take a gander at her eponymous website or follow her daily escapades on Instagram @womanonarock.

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