      
'Twas
the night before Xristouyenna and all
through the spiti,
I
could smell fasolatha & pasticho through my
miti.
Pandofles were hung on the fireplace quite
low,
Hoping Ayios Vasilis would bring some poto.
Patera in his krevati was snoring pretty
hard,
Tired from stealing the tree from our malaka
neighbours' yard.
Mama was in the basement cooking like a
nikokira,
adding just enough lemon to her fresh made
horta.
When the thorivo came from outside the porta,
Baba yelled from his room "ela mesa re
malaka".
The knocking on the door, such a rude, loud
barage ,
I yelled through the window "It's a Greek
house re
malaka, come in through the garage!"
Then, standing in the garage right next to
my car,
was my drunk thio Mitso coming home from the
bar.
"Ainde
kimisou methismene" I told him with might,
"you'll ruin my chances of seeing Ayio
Vasilis tonight".
About two hours later I heard a noise down
the stair,
I
jumped from my krevati to see who was
there.
Standing by the tree eating leftover fakkes,
Was Ayios Vasilis reeking of tsiporo no
less.
He was all dressed in red and as big as an
ox,
Wearing brown "pandofles" along with black
socks.
Smelling like a katsiki with a touch of "Old
Spice",
He'd been drinking for days and smelled not
very nice.
He was putting the presents out under the
tree,
They were wrapped like skata, it was quite
plain to see.
Vrakyia & 6 kaltses from Kmart for me,
and 12 for my brother coz he's only 3.
This Santa was paraxenos, nothing like the
fable,
Before leaving he stole my tsigara from the
table.
I
yelled "Eh, Ay' Vasili, ti kaneis ekie?"
and he turned and he threw his "pandofla" at
me.
The look in his eyes was nothing but
fright,
He said "fiye upo tho, re malaka" and dashed
out of sight.
And he called to his reindeer, and called
them by name
I
knew they were not the same animals from
"Jingle Bell" fame.
"Ela
Niko, Sotiri, ke Nektario,
Yianni, kai Deano, Thanasi kai Yiorgo..."
"Ainde
grigora na pao ya katourima",
and he yelled as he went "KALA XRISTOUYENNA".
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