CHRISTMAS

CHILDREN BEFORE THE PORTAL  

(Several children of the hand before the Portal of Bethlehem)                 

ALL: Good afternoon, Niño Dios / with you   we want to speak /  to ask you please / that you should speak with our moms.

CHILD 1: There says mine that sometimes I am bad   because to the cole I do not want to go /  and it is that I am sleepy / that I cannot open the eyes.

CHILD 2:  And mine says that I answer him badly / but it is that she gives so many voices / that accidentally I shout equally.

CHILD 3: So mine, darling Niño, says that I do not find out about anything /  but it is that he says things that  I understand not even potato.

ALL: we go away Already Child God / speaks with our moms / and say to him that only we are children / children and nothing any more / / We Are good, but children nothing any more /  And the biggest stop shouting/: what can we give you? / Of our  toys it takes the one that you like more / ¡

  POEMITAS                                          

The Child Jesús wants to fall asleep

but a cherub makes him laugh

The Virgin says to him: do not laugh any more

that is already much late and it is necessary to get up early.

 The Child Jesús wants to dress

with a team of Real Madrid

but a cherub with many joke

he says to the ear: that is better the Barsa!

And the Child Jesús without knowing what to do

it takes his sandwich and begins to run.

  Child takes my slate

and also my pizarrín

and it draws the stars

the rose and the jasmine

There takes Child, my slate

and also my pizarrín

and it draws waves of the sea

and a serenita

of sweet to sing.

I am of the Barsa, Jesús,

and my brother of Madrid

of which are you, Child a teeny-weeny?

I bring to you my red and blue team.

What likes much,  Child Jesús?

Take also my ball!

and it shoots loudly to the portería

that I am the doorman

and: not even a goal you would strain me!

Madrid is a potato

Madrid is a melon

and if my brother hears us

it kickes to us

and it orders us the Japan.

If you want to play, nice Child

of ball, I give you my heart.

A very brilliant star

I saw to run for the blue one.

I continued after her my steps

and it took me up to Jesús.

It was with his dads

a mulita, an ox

and his cradle was  a hayrick

But the brilliant star

it filled the portal of light and heat

and I who had nothing

I gave to him forever,

to the Child, my love.

The Child Jesús                                The Child Jesús

he wants to eat,                                 wants to sleep

cake of pasas                               but his plush

cake of honey.                                 he makes him laugh.

The Child Jesús                                 The Child Jesús

it wants to                                 draw wants to dress

the mule and the ox                           with chándal of velveteen

that exists in the portal.                      with sombrero of straw

                                                        and woolen gloves.

The Child Jesús                                The Child Jesús

he wants to                               marry is rebellious

 with a morita                              San Jose says to him:

of sweet to look.                               to sleeping beautifully!

The Child Jesús

it is already asleep

and a birdie

he lulls to sleep it in the nest.

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