‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through la casa,
Not a creature was stirring. Caramba! Que pasa?
Los niños were all tucked away in their camas,
Some in vestidos and some in pajamas.
While Mama worked late in her little cocina,
El Viejo was down at the corner cantina.
Living it up with amigos. Carracho!
Muy contento y poco borracho!
The stockings were hanging con mucho cuidado,
In hopes that St. Nick would feel obligado
To bring all the children, both buenos y malos,
A nice batch of dulces and other regalos.
Outside in the yard there arose un gran grito,
That I jumped to my feet like a frightened cabrito.
I went to the window and looked out afuera,
And who in the world, do you think que era?
Saint Nick in a sleigh and a big red sombrero
Came dashing along like a loco bombero!
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