Twas the Month Before Christmas…in GranadaGranada, Fall 2011
Twas the month before Christmas when all through the town
The people of Granada were settling down
To take the siesta, a short one today
In hopes that la Navidad was not far away.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of turrones danced in their heads.
They knew that soon would be time for fiesta
And thus the reason for such a short siesta.
While out on the streets there arose such a clatter
But no one rose from their beds to see what was the matter
Meanwhile outside all the street dogs ran fast
As two angry men argued over a futbol game past.
The sun on the tiles that covered the streets
Gave hope to the Americans with smart wool on their feet
They were told they were studying in the South of Spain
Little did they know winters there were a pain
But back to my story about Christmas and cheer
The ofertas in the stores were proof that Christmas was near.
A large metal tree in plaza Trinidad
Shed warmth on the town and hope was to be had.
The time for siesta soon came to an end
And so the people of Granada met with their friends
To eat merienda with jamon y tostada
A coffee is spilled-well, no pasa nada.
The girls all swish by with their makeup all done
And the boys all yell guapa! All the time having fun
There’s coffee and churros and chocolate galore
And the sweet tooths all yelling, “por favor, I want more”
Sweet dulces arabes in Albaycín
Lights hung up above makes the nightlife gleam
And thus in the air the sweet holiday spirit
It’s Christmas in Granada, if you listen you can hear it.
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