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Pancho Claus

This poem retells the classic Christmas story from a Mexican American perspective. It describes a family celebrating Nochebuena or Christmas Eve in their casa. The children have hung their stockings, hoping that Pancho Claus will bring them gifts. That night, the family hears noises outside and sees Pancho Claus arrive in a sleigh pulled by eight small burros instead of reindeer. Pancho Claus enters through the chimney and fills the stockings of the good children with toys and sweets before departing, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and Feliz Navidad.

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Pancho Claus

This poem retells the classic Christmas story from a Mexican American perspective. It describes a family celebrating Nochebuena or Christmas Eve in their casa. The children have hung their stockings, hoping that Pancho Claus will bring them gifts. That night, the family hears noises outside and sees Pancho Claus arrive in a sleigh pulled by eight small burros instead of reindeer. Pancho Claus enters through the chimney and fills the stockings of the good children with toys and sweets before departing, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and Feliz Navidad.

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Pancho Claus (The Night Before Christmas)

By Eduardo "Lalo Guerrero"


'Twas the night before Christmas and all through la casa
Not a creature was stirring, ¡Caramba! ¿Qué pasa?
Los niños were all tucked away in their camas,
Some in vestidos and some in pajamas.
While Mama worked late in her little cocina,
El viejo was down at the corner cantina.
The stockings were hanging con mucho cuidado,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would feel obligado
To bring all the children, both buenos y malos,
A nice batch of dulces and other regalos.
Outside in the yard there arouse such a grito,
That I jumped to my feet like a frightened cabrito.
I went to the window and looked out afuera,
And who in the world, do you think que 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 little hombre
was shouting and whistling and calling by nombre:
Ay, Pancho !Ay, Pepe! Ay, Cuca! Ay, Beto!
Ay, Chato! Ay, Chopo! Maruca and Nieto!
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 of jalea,
He struggled to squeeze down our old chimenea.
Then huffing and puffing, at last in our sala,
With soot smeared all over his red suit de gala.
He filled the stockings with lovely regalos,
For none of the children had been very malos.
Then chuckling aloud and seeming 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 to all Feliz Navidad!

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