I do not know if the operational services of the city are bored or what, but every year put before the Christmas lights every year and later removed. And take them away because they have to put the carnival lights (yes, yes, Carnival), and they take them away for Easter, because that processions would be fatal bleeding and painful images that are almost looking viscera, between revelry with lanterns shaped masks and musical notes. But as Easter passes and get the wax removed from the streets (you have to hear the squeaks every time you pass a car ñiiiiiiiiiiii, ñiiiiiiiiiiii, which gives the feeling that the car skids badly, and yes , a little skid badly), pulls, and are once again hanging churiburris for the Fair. And start the festive season. To me at first when I arrived, I was amused that urge festive until I realized they do because they do not have much else to do, and by dint of repeated cycles get that everything is always expected to boredom. Okay, every year put Christmas lights different from the previous year but even so. I also have realized that time the slogan that apply to "recycle, reduce, reuse." Well, apply it to recycle and reuse it or reduce it to joke that every year get the largest churiburris. For example, last year the City Council surprised the townspeople by placing a kind of cross between reindeer and giraffe all roundabouts on the road. They were huge, or that had been raised with compound feed, while prevented visibility of the crossings and that we were all cars, 30 more fear and shame. And the funny thing was after Christmas Eve, a night that there was a storm of wind and a reindeer jirafesco came rolling down the road. Luckily it was early morning often find such a fright by vermin wallowing carretera.La thing is that I mutant reindeer who sounded a lot but could not locate until Kenya told me they were the same as had for three years The English court. And then I turned on the lights at once, which seemed to my mind Cortilandia on full display: engendrillos actually were the same reindeer. I was wondering who had to talk to for those reindeer, I'd love them in my garden and to see from the road. Anda was not going to molar or anything. But there was no way to find out, everyone I infinity put in astonishment, stammered unintelligible things and sent me to talk to another person. And a goose goose until finally I went to Lidl and IKEA and I inflate to buy loads of colored lights in the shape of hearts, stars ... to make this year the house like a restaurant bought chino.También a stuffed weasel-shaped, by the way, I thought that children should be fabric Swedish weirdos to play with stuffed weasels, but Bruno loved it, just give me a poke in the hospital and the child is Nordic. And I'll start putting the lights and, as City Hall, so I would not pass it last year, that I was leaving laziness puritita and finally put the Christmas decorations on December 29, and started looking for a book because I found a box with the birth that I had given my mother a few months. Come on, man, do not wear it and disinherit me. This year there, and I told JB that this weekend I will pull out all the boxes of ornaments from the house to begin the Christmas atmosphere. In that yes I will continue the traditions here.
I will not follow local traditions regarding Christmas sweets, mostly because to me that buying tabletitas nougat (all flavors here are not cut hair at that) in a street in the heart of fair stalls Summer gives me so much bad feeling as apples covered with caramel. I like cotton candy. And is a slut, I know, but we each have our vices. This year we will have no choice but to eat cream and polvorones in abundance because Kenya will travel to Prague to study (just as well, which gave them two years ago to elect the municipal band musicians from going away to Lisbon and Benalmádena Benalmádena and elected, which is a spit away from people, I thought that Kenya gave a fit of rage that you entered) and are selling Christmas candy to make money. So today she and Madagascar have been (acting assistant) loaded with piles of boxes supertentadoras. Have left the boxes and Kenya has taken the form of a stuffed penguin. Very cute. Cute. Well, I looked cute until Kenya asked me if I wanted a chocolate and to my surprise, the penguin has got his hand up his ass and has brought some chocolates. Bruno Madagascar and happy, of course. And I am left wondering who will have been deluded pervert who has designed a check candy stuffed in the ass.
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