It is finally beginning to feel like Christmas. We went and got our Christmas tree which was really fun, at least for me. I love Christmas trees. This year we got a little one because we have a toddler. Even though it’s a tiny tree it still fills our home with holiday spirit. And the smell, I love the smell.
Christmas this year is going to be smaller overall. We are very, very broke, but honestly I feel rich. I love my little family and all I really want to do is spend the holidays with them.
My husband and I put a $30 limit on what we can spend on each other this year. As soon as we decided to do that, I felt giddy because it’s not about the gifts anyway and somehow it feels more creative this way.
Speaking of gifts, I got a package from my Secret Santa this week. The Secret Santa Soiree is hosted by Georgie from Decisionally Challenged and Amy Amy Bo Bamey from Life of a Nguyener. I must have been a very good girl this year because my Santa really made me feel special.
Thank you Secret Santa! You made my week! I can’t wait to find out who you are and thank you directly!
I also want to thank Georgie and Amy for organizing this swap. With over 100 participants, I know it could not have been easy, but ladies please know that you really made my first holiday season as a blogger feel special. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’d like to leave you with a Christmas poem Chicano style. I don’t know who the author is, but I really dig the poem.
‘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 camisas and 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 frightened cabrito.
I ran to the window and looked out afuera,
And who in the world do you think quien 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 Chucho, 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!
Have a wonderful weekend!
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