(I have been so $#&^!! busy, I forgot!!! - thx santiago!)
'Twas the night before Christmas, I was driving Mex 1. No drunks, trucks, or burros, not even a bum;
Flying through the Vizcaino without even a care, Heading for San Nicholas, sure hope there's fish there;
The kids were asleep in the back of the 'burb. The tailwind was howling, quite a sound to be heard;
And Mamma in front ,and I at the wheel, had just settled down after quite a long meal,
When under the hood there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the shoulder I flew like a flash, Tore open the hood, now where's that sound at?
The moon on the breast of the Tres Virgenes, gave a luster of midday to the cactus around us.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a Ford F-150, with eight tiny reindeer?
That truck was lit up!, all green red and yellow, that driver was odd, a jolly old fellow.
He skin was like caramel, his eyes were all knowing, and his clothes were all tarnished with dirt and some oil;
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke, smelled like mota, he must be police;
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, He poked, and he prodded, he even called me a jerk!
Air filter, heater hose, brake fluid, spark plugs, "the yellows are biting" he said with a shrug,
Guillermo's got dorado, Verdugo does too, lots of bugs in Juanico, and Cabo has blues
Radiator, head gasket, fuel filter, oil pan, he's stripping the 'burb! gotta stop 'im while I can!
Not to worry, he says, I have found the problema, there's surf wax stuck all over your carbuereta!
With a wave of his hand, and some strange smelling dust, all the parts flew around, and landed right where they must,
He sprang to his feet, to the deer gave a nod, rev'ed that Ford up, and drove away in a fog.
The kids were all sleepy eyed and all started stirring, "get in the car, Dad, we all want to go surfing!"
I looked down the road, I could not see a sight, the marg's at Mallarimo's must have been strong this last night!
As I climed in the cab, with a smile, then a chuckle, I soon howled with laughter, thinking about all that rubble,
Then I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night !"
Feliz Navidad, you guys, and the best to you and your families in 2010!Santiago - 12-15-2009 at 10:53 PM
aaaahhhh; now we can start drinking eggnog. Cheers.oladulce - 12-15-2009 at 11:12 PM
Quote:
Originally posted by The Sculpin
...I have been so $#&^!! busy, I forgot!!! -
Hey Sculpin, there you are!!oldlady - 12-16-2009 at 06:31 AM
Clever!David K - 12-16-2009 at 08:07 AM
Thanks Sculpin... It is now Christmas season with your traditional post!shari - 12-16-2009 at 08:16 AM
brilliant...definately put me into the spirit!! graciasOsprey - 12-16-2009 at 11:25 AM
posted by Seatwell in 2005
MERRY XMAS
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!tripledigitken - 12-16-2009 at 03:37 PM
Great post!
ThanksBornFisher - 12-21-2010 at 08:15 PM
Is that the same one? Still beautiful, seemed a bit different, but my memory just ain`t the same!! Muchos Gracias, whoever penned that is a creative
genius!!
