MEXICAN CHRISTMAS STORY

Una Navidad Mejicana

It was the night before Christmas

and all through la casa,
Not a creature was stirring;

!Caramba! żQué pasa?
Los niños were all tucked away in their camas,
Some in vestidos, and some in pijamas,
While Mamá worked late in her

little cocina,
El Viejo was down at the corner cantina.
The stockings were hanging

con mucho cuidado,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would

feel obligado,
To bring all the children,

both buenos and malos,
A nice batch of dulces and other regalos.
Outside in the yard there arose such a grito
That I jumped to my feet like

a frightened cabrito.
I ran to my window and looked out afuera,
And who in the world do you think

that it era?

Santas

 

St. Nick in a sleigh and big red sombrero,

Came dashing along like a crazy bombero!
And pulling his sleigh, instead of venados,

Were eight little burros, approaching volados.
I watched as they came, and this

quaint little hombre,
Was shouting and whistling and

calling by nombre:
"ĦAy, Pancho! ĦAy, Pepe! ĦAy, Cuca!

ĦAy, Beto! ĦAy, Chato!

ĦAy, Chopo! ĦAy, Maruca y Nieto!
Then standing up tall with his hand

on his pecho,
He flew to the top of our very own techo.
With his round little belly like a

bowl of jalea,
He struggled to squeeze down our

old chimenea.
Then, huffing and puffing, at last in our sala,
With soot smeared all over his red suit de gala,
He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos.
He turned like a flash and

was gone like viento,
And I heard him exclaim - and this is verdad -
"Merry Christmas to all! ĦFeliz Navidad!

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