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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