… and all through the bushes, people ate sausages and sat on their tushes.
The stockings were hung by the clothes hangers chimney with care, with hopes that to Algeciras Santa would dare.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Yelling “I have to pee! Water! One more book, you said!”
And Mommy in her jammies and Papi in his jeans, had just settled down with a wine and some cheese,
dreaming of that long winter nap, but knowing than 8 hours sleep just ain’t gonna happen. But what the hell.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
xoxo
Rea, Rogelio, Yago and Río.
Not So Spanish 