Dec 19

A Colombian Christmas Poem

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’Tis the night before Christmas and all through the land

Colombians are sleeping, even the cumbia band.

 

Las botas are hung by the chimney with care,

Novenas all done, smell of natilla in the air;

 

Chigüiros nestle in the Andean heights,

Cities aglow with the twinkle of lights.

 

Mamas in ruanas prepare ajiacos,

Kids in pyjamas dream of regalos.

 

In the Amazon jungle, monkeys repose,

And near Manizales coffee quietly grows.

 

In Medellin Juanes lays down his guitar for the day,

While in Barranquilla, Shakira arrunches Pique.

 

The rainbow river dances downstream,

Swirling, eternal, a crystalline dream.

 

Sweet vallenato rhythms lull the chivos to sleep

(They’ll be safe in Pasto, where they prefer cuy to sheep).

 

Paisas and Rolos united in joy,

Costeños, Caleños, each girl and boy.

 

Colombians worldwide, filled with Christmas cheer,

Look optimistically towards the coming year.

 

Can we win the World Cup in Brazil?

With enough Christmas wishes maybe this time we will.

 

In 2014, may all of your dreams come true,

Under the beautiful flag of gold, red and blue.

 

So to all of our readers, wherever you are

Let Colombia’s greatness shine like a star,

 

Casting a light on its beautiful sights.

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

 

In the spirit of Christmas, why not help our very own Gilesy win the ex-pat blogger award? Simply click here and leave a comment of at least 10 words. Thanks!

 

 

2 thoughts on “A Colombian Christmas Poem

    Beekinga on

    Fab…but for the ‘Chigüiros in the Andean heights’ bit; ehem. Doctor Azzam, Chigüiros do adore basking by the esteros, down Llanos way…

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      Azzam on

      Oops! Thanks for pointing that out, I shall be sure not to make such a mistake again!

      Reply

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