We’re cousins—the three of us—what do we care
How different—or same—are our countries, they’re fair
To each of us. Isn’t it so? Then hurrah!
Hurrah for ould Christmas, whoever we are!
Spain enters—
In sunny Spain we celebrate with flowers;
The sweet guitar with music fills the hours.
We do not have a tree; in hall or street
Our gifts are given to the friends we meet.
Christmas is gay for us in sunny Spain,