The political uproar is such that I start singing Christmas carols to get into Christmas mode. I’m humming “December 25th, fun, fun, fun” but no fun these days, pure fan of extreme Guaiac heat. I activate GPT Chat and a voice asks me if I’m a villain. I remain cool and answer “no”. Escape pulse. What a fear! After a while I remember that the villains, the villagers, were singing Christmas carols. “Uh,” I say to myself, the confusion between the door and the chrism is correct.

‘Let them kill themselves’

I change the channel and hear: “A little boy is coming, playing among the flowers, and the shepherds are singing love to him.” Diosito seems to have heard, because he sent President Daniel. But I believe, like Milea, that the carol should be adapted because it is not the shepherds who are in love, but the sheep. And they didn’t sing to Daniel but to Luisa, who was also not María. What a mess! Meanwhile, a metastatic gift arrives from Lady Diana: I learn that Mashi likes “Bells on bells, look through the window, you’ll see a baby in a cradle.” Because a huge bell! What shocked me was that I looked out the window and saw Muentes. What the same!

They say that the Blue League chanted at the plenary session: “A la ñañita ñaña, ñañita ñaña, ñañita ea” instead of “A la nanita nana…”. Wow, it will happen, I thought! Although. Presi Henry roared: “Order in the room, nobody sings here, and they don’t change my lyrics either!” The representative of bochincher replied: “act crazy, act crazy.” Be?

Christmas and culture

I had an epiphany in them: baby Torres in the middle dancing on a little train with La Llori “Took tok tok tok, tok tok tok ta, hurry my little donkey, we’re coming.” And of course the baby got excited, like a chestnut. Say.

I continue humming: “In the portal of Bethlehem are the stars, the sun and the moon.” I reach the point of “the star is lost and does not appear in the sky” and I stop in the bay. How will it look if it is grey, worn out? Well, these judges, this happens to them because they “drank like fish in the river / they drank and drank and drank again”, but bad whiskey.

I adjust my voice with the songbook: “It was Rodolfo the reindeer, who had a nose as red as crimson… and all his friends didn’t want to play with him, and poor Rodolfo the reindeer, I remained sad.” That makes me sad and I cover my ears.

Vice

The music continues with “Alas chiquirritín, chiquirriquitín, tucked among the straws, alas chiquirritín, chiquirriquitín, dear, dear souls.” I quickly jump over him and hear “Tell me, boy, who are you, all dressed in white.” I belong to the Virgin Mary and the Holy Spirit.” And I skip that, the truth is that I don’t understand.

I stop and hear Bublé: “Better watch out, better don’t cry… I’ll tell you why: Santa Claus is coming to town.” He makes a list and checks it twice. He will find out who is mean and who is nice.” Oops! I think it must be because of the conversation. I’m just asking Santa to “run over because they’re eating chocolate (and other things)”. Curse, curse!

For now, dear readers, Merry Christmas, successful year and happiness, Felician. From my side, “I wanawichu a mery crismas”, many hugs and a great 2024! (OR)