Twas the day before Christmas and hace calor
La familia chilena had opened their door
for the gringita y mas the poor on the street
who Christmas dinner now would be able to eat.
El viejito pascuero, el niño Jesus...
but wait, where is that to which I'm used?
No stockings are hung, no snowfall to see,
un monton de pan de pascua; in Chile I must be.
