I don't know about you, but I am ready to puke and throw a chancleta every time I walk into any retail store these days, overcome with sickeningly sweet Christmas music. It's like a mind-numbing injection of treacle. Also, why don't stores play Jewish music during Chanukkah as well? You know, just to shake things up a bit, because at least it has more ritmo thank Jingle Bells without being as obnoxious as reggaeton.
Luckily, the talented gente from Hialeah Haikus bring us The Twelve Days of Christmas, Hialeah style.
Yes, they went there.
I think I would pass on the Willy Chirino CD, but I would definitely want Raul Martinez' Lexus and five roasted pigs.
Enjoy and happy holidays!
If you aren't familiar with Hialeah Haikus, they are a veritably talented group of wordsmiths who identify with La Cuidad Que Progresa. Check out their book, which would make a great stocking stuffer. Oh wait, we Cubans don't do that shit. We don't even stuff turkeys. OK, whatever, just go read!
Hat tip to Bohemian Babushka.