When was it that my world changed? Christmas is not the same A house full of warmth Uncles happy with whiskey and beer Aunts gossiping with glee The children running around The tamalada with guacamole and sauce As well as cabrito en sangrita and arroz While the menudo is in herbor in el mechón Close to everybody Pa hecharle un ojo The fireworks illuminating the sky Even wishes were made before It all died Children playing las escondidas Asking from time to time “Is it 12 yet?” “Can we open our gifts?”
The door unable to stop People coming in and out of the house There was laughter and joy Huapangos and danzon. Alguna que otra cumbia Y un buen bailador.
A carpet full of humans One could barely walk With the dim lights and whispering all through the night. Sometimes… Even a howling scream at dawn Where somebody was stepped on By a drunken uncle Trying to reach the restroom. And all laughing Unable to go back to sleep With the smell of tortillas de harina Recien saliditas, beans, machacado coffee and menudo for the hangover. Everybody sitting where there was a place Eating, talking, laughing… What a magical place and time.
These past memories came howling During these holidays Excruciating my already beaten heart…