Javea Grapevine Issue 181 - LARGE FONT EDITION | Page 33

And quién in the mundo do you think that it era?
Saint Nick in a trineo and a big sombrero rojo
Came corriendo like a crazy bombero.
And pulling his sleigh instead of venados
Were ocho burros pequeños approaching volados.
Miré as they came and this quaint little hombre
Was gritando y silbando and calling by nombre:
“Ay Pancho, ay Pepe, ay Cuco, ay Beto,
Ay Chato, ay Chopo, Macuco, y Nieto!”
Then standing a pie with his manos on his pecho
Voló to the top of our very own techo.
With his round little panza like a bowl of jalea,
He struggled to squeeze down our old chimenea,
Then huffing and puffing por fin in our sala,
With ceniza all over his red suit de gala,
He filled los calcetines with regalos maravillosos For none of the niños had been very malos.
Then riendo tanto, 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!