Posted each day beginning Dec. 15th
(Esa's voice in red; Ese's voice in black)
On the 4th día 'til mis Krismas
My true love gave to me,
4 thawing stars ...
"Hand me the staple gun, Esa. And don't drop it again, or it's you who goes down the ladder this time."
"Why didn't we do this when it was warm?"
"We had to go shopping, remember?--12 times."
"I still think it's late to be putting up lights. Especially on the roof, in this wind."
"Think of it as your contribution to neighborhood Krismas spirit."
"But los vecinos never like your Krismas lights messages. Remember four years ago? 'Bush vale ver_ _!' didn't earn you a lot o' gifts."
"It's the thought that counts."
"Some advance thought would have counted more this year, like when it was warm. What're we spelling this time? Will we have to sell the house and move?"
"You're gonna love it."
"That what you said five years ago. 'Remember the Alamo, fondly' got us death threats."
"So sometimes I'm not so good."
"Yeah, that's what the priest says."
"Good we got the torch 'cause some pinche lights got loose and froze to the shingles. It would look like we're throwing a finger 'stead of givin' the peace sign."
"A peace sign? You going soft in the coco or something."
"Maybe, but only 'cause of when you vetoed my 'Estoy de luto porque ganó el bruto!' "
"Until lately, not everyone mourned El Bushy winning. Besides, we woulda had to buy un montón de lights."
"Anyway, this year I decided to go easy on 'em."
"But válgame los dioses, a peace sign? You almost sound like Santa."
"Ho, ho, hope you don't think it's gonna last."
"Nope--just 'til Tuesday."
(Continued on Day 3.)© Rudy Ch. Garcia