"Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa,

Not a creature was stirring, Caramba! Que pasa?

The stockings were hanging with mucho cuidado,

In hopes that Saint Santa would feel obligado

To bring all the niños, both Buenos and malos

A nice batch of dulces and other regalos.

Los niños were snuggled all safe in their camas,

Some in vestidos and some in pijamas.

Their little cabezas were full of good things;

All esperando lo que Santa would bring…

When out in the calle there arose such a grito,

I jumped to my feet like a frightened cabrito.

I ran to the window to look out afuera,

And who in the world do you think that it era?

St. Nick and many trucks with coca-cola letreros

Came dashing along like crazy bomberos!

And pulling his sleigh, instead of venados,

Were eight little horses, approaching volados.

I watch as they came, and this quaint little hombre

Was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre.

Now, Daniel, Now, Herni! Now, Pablo, Now, Andy!

On, Ale! On, Brooks! On, Joseph! On, Gaby!

Then standing erect 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 smear all over his red suit de gala,

He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos,

For none of the niños who had been muy malos.

Then chuckling aloud, seeming very content,

He turned like a flash and was gone like the viento.

And heard him exclaim and this is the verdad

Merry Christmas to all! Feliz navidad!