Merry Christmexico

The story of Christmexico is quickly told,
It’s about me, a guy who turns shit into gold,
I know what you’re thinking, “This story’s old”,
But sit down and listen before your dinner gets cold.

I was travelling Mexico, on my way to San Cristobal,
Where I met Sonya again, an old pal,
She’s easy on the booze, that’s what you need to know,
But it was Christmas and I thought, let’s give it a go.

I met Julia before, another German girl,
With a body so hot, she was rocking my world,
All good comes in three and that was Kim,
Three girls for Christmas, that excited my limb.

It was not what you’re thinking, please taketh my word,
It was freezing cold, so I always wore a shirt,
But to get into the spirit, we ought to suggest,
To have a nice dinner and the universe does the rest.

To ensure a good night we bought a piñata,
We hung it and smashed it to get the chocolat-ah,
Taketh a bat and hit as hard as you can,
That’s how it is celebrated in the way of a Mexican.

Dinner was prepared by Sonya’s disguise,
We had chicken with mole, which is chocolate and spice,
Delicious it was, way more than just nice,
Without a priest telling us to beat hell and rise.

After dinner we met Tony, a pyromaniac,
He bought heaps of fireworks and acted like he’s on crack,
Another two piñatas he also acquired,
We went out in the streets where they then got fired.

That was our Christmas, a holy day indeed,
Needless to say that we also had weed,
That rhyme was bad, I’m sorry for that,
But it’s already late and I’m needing my bed.

Merry Christmas to all of you, ho-ho-ho,
Celebrate it with love and just go with the flow,
My Christmas this year was without tree and snow,
But we did what we could, to celebrate Christmexico.