Sita forwarded me this. Me gusta…

Twas the night antes de Christmas and all through the casa,
not a creature was stirring ?Caramba! ?Qu? pasa?
Los ni?os were tucked away in their camas,
some in long underwear, otros in pijamas.
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And after much research it seems that Atticus is definitely some kind of Schipperke. A belgian dog, no less. Fond of children but not ‘Vermin’. So he’s probably not going to get on famously with our little varmints, Klem and Lulu. Ah well…

Saw ‘The Incredibles’ last night. Blimey. 4 Lulus. and saw ‘Sideways’ last week, 4.5 Lulus. I aint got time to review them so I’ll be coming up with some box that blogs what I’ve seen + a few comments in the near future. UPDATE- 10:45pm Sunday night, there you go, on the right, in that IFrame. Just what I wanted… so if I get time to write reviews I’ll link to them from there. I’m going to go to bed all self-satisfied now. Sita’s wrapping pressies in the living room and I’m not allowed in. Any suggestions for presents for the girl who has everything?

Twas the night antes de Christmas and all through the casa,
not a creature was stirring ?Caramba! ?Qu? pasa?
Los ni?os were tucked away in their camas,
some in long underwear, otros in pijamas.
While hanging the stockings with mucho cuidado
in hopes that el viejo Santa would feel obligado
to bring all cipotes, both buenos and malos,
a nice batch of dulces and other regalos.
Outside in the patio there arose such a grito
that I jumped to my feet like a frightened cabrito.
I ran to the ventana and looked out afuera,
?Y qui?n 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 ocho little burros approaching volados.
I watched as they ven?an and this quaint little hombre
was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre:
?Ay Pancho, ay Pepe, ay Chepe, ay Beto,
Ay Mario, ay Chirris, Tayo y Moma!?.
Then standing erect with his manos on his pecho
he flew to the top of our very own techo
con su 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 rojo suit de gala.
?l llen? all the stockings with lovely regalos
for none of the ni?os 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 Navidades to all, and Feliz Christmas!