'Twas the Night Before Christmas - Tex Mex Style
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the casa,
Not a creature was stirring -- Caramba! Que pasa?
Los ninos were tucked away in their camas, Some in long
underwear, some in pijamas,
While hanging the stockings with mucho cuidado In hopes
that old Santa would feel obligado
To bring all 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 fightened cabrito.
I ran to the window and looked out afuera, And who in the
world do you think that it era?
Saint Nick in a sleigh and a 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:
"Ay Pancho, ay Pepe, ay Cuco, ay Beto, Ay Chato, ay Chopo,
Macuco, y Nieto!"
Then standing erect with his hands 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 chiminea,
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 -- For none
of the ninos had been very malos.
Then chuckling aloud, seeming very contento, He turned like
a flash and was gone like the viento.
And I heard him exclaim, and this is verdad, Merry
Christmas to all, and Feliz Navidad!