‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the barrio, not a creature was stirring, not even drunk Mario. Because in Bolivia they did it all early,
The Day before! Which made me quite surly.
The only kids ’round without any gifts,
still waiting for presents, ex-patriot twits.
The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care, And under the tree was also quite bare;
We knew Santa might skip us outright,
so we prayed for abundance all through the night.
Now that all the tin is gone, and all the lithium is being sold to the Iranians, Bolivia’s greatest asset is Carnaval. I know you all agree. Sadly non-exportable, save for in the hearts of MKs the world over, the Carnaval de Urkupiña is the greatest thing ever conceived by man, except for maybe Chuck Norris.
I’ve been toying with the idea of maybe putting an online store on here to spread the joy, but I really have no idea how to go about it, or whether it would even be worthwhile. So I look to the collective wisdom of my listeners: