It was the night before Christmas, and all through the casa Not a creature was stirring. Hey vato, que pasa? The stockings, they’re hanging by the window with care Waiting for Pancho Claus. Hey, little dudes, he’ll be here. Los chavalitos they’re snoozing And dream of things like an Xbox, an iPod, and Versace jeans. Ama y Apa, ya están en la cama Mom in her nightgown, ah tú sabes Dad don’t wear pajamas When out in the barrio, I hear ruidazo I turn to my carnalito, he says chale I ain’t getting out of this bed So I went to the window. I flew in a flash, tripped on my shoes, and fell with a crash Se de volada, got up, peeked out to the night But it was…