Although Stuart Hayward wrote this poem back in 1983, it still rings true for Bermuda so we thought we'd share it with you!   ‘Twas the day after Christmas and down by the shore, Things were so quiet you could hear the crabs snore. The children were sullen, and each now and then, They would grump to each other: “The man’s late again.” Now Ma in her head rag and me in my locks, Had just settled down to some…