[Intro — Female solo, playful spoken-sung delivery over accordion and Christmas bells] Ay, Dios mío… First Christmas with this cowboy. Pray for me, familia! [Verse 1 — Female solo, rhythmic Latin country-cumbia] I brought the coconut, cinnamon, rum, A little Bacardi, let the Christmas begin. Made him coquito, poured him a glass, He took one sip, tried to give it right back. That poor little smile couldn’t hide a thing, He was looking for a place to abandon his drink. I caught him sneaking toward the Christmas tree, Ay, mi cielo, you can’t fool me! So I brought out ponche crema, thought we’d compromise, He saw the eggs and gave me those terrified eyes. Two Christmas drinks and he hates them both, But he keeps on trying, and that’s what I love most. [Chorus — Catchy, melodic female solo, jingling bells and cumbia bass] Christmas, ¿qué está pasando? Got a country boy dancing to my radio. He don’t know the steps, but he gives it a try, With his two left feet and those sweet brown eyes. Feliz Navidad, mi corazón, We’re making Christmas up as we go along. A little bit country, un poquito latino, He’s my Tennessee Christmas, I’m his Puerto Rican coquito! Christmas, ¿qué está pasando? Ay, qué bonito, I’m loving this cowboy! [Verse 2 — Playful, bouncing Latin percussion] Took him to Las Posadas, candles in our hands, He thought we were caroling with a traveling band. Then my cousin brought a piñata through the door, And he started checking for the nearest exit door. I told him it’s a story of a family needing room, Of opening your heart when somebody comes to you. He quit looking nervous, started singing along, Didn’t know the Spanish, but he gave it all he had. Then I mentioned Caracas, Christmas morning Mass, How folks go roller-skating down the streets in years gone past. He put those skates on, made it halfway down the hall, Now my cowboy knows the meaning of a Christmas miracle! [Chorus — Female solo, full festive arrangement] Christmas, ¿qué está pasando? Got a country boy dancing to my radio. He don’t know the steps, but he gives it a try, With his two left feet and those sweet brown eyes. Feliz Navidad, mi corazón, We’re making Christmas up as we go along. A little bit country, un poquito latino, He’s my Tennessee Christmas, I’m his Puerto Rican coquito! Christmas, ¿qué está pasando? Ay, qué bonito, I’m loving this cowboy! [Bridge — Softer acoustic guitar, tender female vocal] He brought the stockings, I brought the song, We both had traditions we’d known all along. But somewhere between his world and mine, We found something neither could have designed. No tienes que entenderlo todo, You don’t have to get it right. Love is learning someone’s language And holding them a little tighter every night. [Final Chorus — Joyful female solo, full country-cumbia groove] Christmas, ¿qué está pasando? Got a country boy dancing to my radio. He don’t know the steps, but he gives it a try, With his two left feet and those sweet brown eyes. Feliz Navidad, mi corazón, We’re making Christmas up as we go along. A little bit country, un poquito latino, Two different Christmases becoming one tonight! Christmas, ¿qué está pasando? Ay, qué bonito, I’m loving this cowboy! [Outro — Female solo, soft playful delivery] Next year he’ll bring the tree, I’ll bring the family. He can keep his Christmas cookies, I’ll bring the flan. And maybe we’ll find something We both can drink by then. Feliz Navidad, mi vaquero. [End]
