Baldo by Hector D. Cantú and Carlos Castellanos for December 23, 2011

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With his round little belly like a bowl of jelea, he struggled to squeeze down our old chiminea. Then huffing and puffing at last to our sala, with soot smeared all over his red suit de gala. He filled all the stockings with lovely regalos. For none of the ninos had been very malos.