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 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 eight little burros approaching volados.
I watched as they came and this quaint little hombre 
Was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre:
"Ay Pancho, ay Pepe, ay Cuco, ay Beto, 
   Ay Chato, ay Chopo, Macuco, y Nieto!"
Then standing upright with his hands on his pecho 
He flew to the top of our very own techo.
With his 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 red suit de gala,
He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos-
For none of the ninos 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 Christmas to All, and Feliz Navidad!"