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Christmas
seems I cant log in so I will put it here.
PADRE NAVIDAD
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 - Feliz Navidad!
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Well, whoever you are
thanks for that one. I remember it from last year and enjoyed it just as much this year. Feliz!! Can I copy it for my amigos?
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yOU CAN COPY ALL YOU WANT. I TRY TO GET IT POSTED EVERY YEAR,IT'S GREAT. SEATWILL 
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That was GREAT! Here's one of my favorites....
Tex-Mexistentialism
"Jalapeno, Jalapeno, Jalapeno, Jalapeno."
I've discovered a wonderful new philosophy that has
raised my consciousness as well as my cholesterol.
It's called Tex-Mexistentialism.
It all started with the philosopher Juan-Paul Salsa,
who wrote, "To Bean, or Nacho to Bean, that is the Queso."
He was followed by his great disciple, Descarta
Blanca, who said, "I Pinto, therefore, Cayenne."
Some trace it to ancient Grease, where the great
thinker Aristortilla wrote the book Plata's RePulpo.
Meanwhile, over in ancient India, they believed in
Chili con Karma - that what Casa round, Carne's around.
And back in the Holy Land, The prophet Masa brought
The Ten Comidas:
"Thou Salt not Tequila."
"Honor Tamale and thy Papaya."
"Blessed are the Migas, for they shall Ranchero the Burps."
"Give a man an Enchilada, he'll Taco Mole."
"Arroz is Arroz by Flameada name."
"In the Picante, Guisada Cerveza'd the Hongas and the Verde.
And he saw that it was Food."
I'd like to close by reciting The Lard's Prayer:
"Our Fajita, who art in Huevos, Pollo'd be Muy Bueno.
Thy Corona come, thy Chili be Con, on Cuervo it is El Jefe.
Forgive us our Tres Amigos, as we forgive those who
Seis Salsas against us.
Lettuce not into Tomatillo, but Nuevo us from Fritos.
For thine is the Gringo, the Agua and the Chorizo.
In the name of the Flauta, and of the Flan, and of the
Frijole ghost.
A-Menudo." 
The SAME boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It's about what you are made of NOT the circumstance.
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I wish everyone a happy holiday - I'm off the board for a few days.
Bob H
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Oops... that we me above. I didn't realize I wasn't logged in and now it will not let me edit to delete it.
Happy Holidays!
Bob H
The SAME boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It's about what you are made of NOT the circumstance.
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This was always a favorite...
Merry Christmas everyone.
Mom always told me to be different - Now she says...Not THAT different
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LOVE THESE!
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Great to read every year...
[Edited on 12-26-2005 by David K]
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I heard it (Padre Navidad) on the radio the other day and I think it was attributed to Los Lobos? Anyone know for sure?
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Please put paragraphs into the story.
I have ADD and can't follow it when it trails on into mucho words. 
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness.”
—Mark Twain
\"La vida es dura, el corazon es puro, y cantamos hasta la madrugada.” (Life is hard, the heart is pure and we sing until dawn.)
—Kirsty MacColl, Mambo de la Luna
\"Alea iacta est.\"
—Julius Caesar
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Gypsy Jan
Please put paragraphs into the story.
I have ADD and can't follow it when it trails on into mucho words.
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Okay...
PADRE NAVIDAD
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 - Feliz Navidad!
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