Chihuahua Christmas classic: ‘Twas the night before …

Here’s wishing you all a Muy Merry Christmas, Chicos!!!

Heh, heh, just a little Chihuahua twist on ‘Twas the Night before Christmas‘

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Twas the night before Christmas, AND all through the house
ALL THE creatures WERE stirring ‘XCEPT MAYBE TIGGER’S TOY mouse.
DECORATIONS were hung, MUSIC BLASTED EVERYWHERE,
PARTY ANIMALS FORGETTING St Nicholas soon would be there.

THE PUPPIES WERE GATHERED all snug in THA HOUSE,
WITH visions of LECHON ASADO dancING in their mouths.
And mamma in her fancy GET-UP, and I looking SNAZZY,
Had just settled our brains for some serious DANCEY-DANCEY.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the DANCE FLOOR to see what was the matter.
Away to the LANAI I flew like a flash,
Tore open the SCREEN DOOR WHICH MADE A BIG CRASH.

The moon on the breast of the newLY-MOWN GRASS
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the PERRIER IN MY TINY WINEGLASS.
When, what to my MARVELing eyes should appear,
But a miniature GOLF CART, WITH eight tiny YORKSHIRES.

AND a little “old” driver , so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his FLIP FLOPS they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called US by name!

“Now LOVEY! now, COSITA! now, CHACHA and COCO!
On, JUANITA! On, PANCHITA! on CHANEL and even TIGGER!
To the BACK of the HOUSE! to the MIDDLE of the FLOOR!
Now DANCE away! DANCE away! DO THAT SALSA I ADORE!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
NO, WAIT IT’S DECEMBER THE STORM SEASON’S GONE BY!
So up to the house THE PARTY ANIMALS they flew,
With theIR TRUMPETS AND TIMBALES, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard a SIZZLING CHA-CHA
AND the prancing and STOMPING of each little PAW-PAW.
As I TOO BOBBED my head, and was TWIRLING around,
TO THE KITCHEN St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all A-TROPICAL, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all GARNISHED with PALM FRONDS and FRUIT.
A TRAY OF PASTELLITOS he had SNUCK IN THE back,
And he looked like a SMUGGLER FROM THE CUBAN BAKERY SHACK.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like GUAVA, his nose SUN-BURNT cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
HAD HIS BEARD NICELY BRAIDED. IT’S HOT HERE, YOU KNOW.

The stump of a CUBAN CIGAR he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of MANGO jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, that LATIN DANCE FEVER WAS STARTING TO SPREAD.

He spoke not a word, but BROKE OUT IN his DANCE MOVES,
And INSPIRED the REVELERS, WITH SOME MIGHTY FINE GROOVES.
THEN laying his finger aside of his nose,
He gave it his all and BURNED THE FLOOR, THAT FANCY MR. TWINKLE TOES!

Then he sprang to his RIDE, to his CRU he gave whistle,
“JUST STOPPING BY,” HE SAID, “NIGHT’S YOUNG FOR THIS JAMMING WIZARD!”
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

… and to all a good night 🙂

 

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