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Yuletide homage to the town in which I was born:

(author unknown)

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
Da whole house was mellow,
Not a creature was stirrin’,
I had a gun under my pillow.

When up on da roof
I heard somethin’ pound,
I sprung to da window
To scream, “YO! KEEP IT DOWN!”

When what to my
Wanderin’ eyes should appear
But dat hairy elf Nickie
And eight friggin’ reindeer.

Wit’ a bad hackin’ cough
An’ da stencha burped beer,
I knew in a moment,
Yo, da Kringle wuz here!

Wit’ a slap to dere snouts
An’ a yank on dere manes,
He cursed and he shouted
An’ he called dem by name:

“Yo, Tony! Yo, Frankie!
Yo, Sally! Yo, Vito!
Ay, Joey! Ay, Paulie!
Ay, Pepe! Ay, Guido!”

As I drew out my gun
An’ hid by da bed,
Down came his friggin’ boot
On da top of my head.

His eyes were all bloodshot,
His b.o. was scary,
His breath was like sewage,
He had a mole dat wuz hairy.

He spit in my eye
An’ he twisted my head,
He soon let me know
I should consider myself dead.

Den pointin’ a fat finga
Right under my nose,
He let out some gas
An’ up da chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh,
Obscenities screaming,
An’ away dey all flew,
‘Fore he troo dem a beatin’.

An’ I heard him exclaim,
Or better yet grump,
“Merry Christmas to all,
An’ bite me, ya hump!”


Midday today, normal life carrying on down the street from here in la Plaza de Chueca, Madrid:

Madrid, te quiero.

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