User:Connel MacKenzie/I'm told this is English
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the casa
Santa está at the corner saloon
In hopes that old Santa would feel obligado
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 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 eight little burros, approaching volados.
I watched as they came, and this quaint little hombre
was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre
Then, standing erect with his hand on his pecho,
He flew to the top of our very own techo.
With his round little belly like a bowl full of jalea,
He struggled to squeeze down our own chimenea.
The huffing and puffing, at last to our sala
He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos,
He turned like a flash and was gone like the viento.
And I heard him exclaim--and this is verdad,