Arbolito this year I am seven
I have freckles, I would let you have them
There comes Mamacita with ornaments
And with lights to dress you
I help her, but she won't leave me with the icicles
From the kitchen, cooking las comadres
I smell chocolate, garlic and tamales
Where is my godmother and Santa Claus
No it's not the presents I want, you know
Yes, it's just the packages to guess
Arbolito I'm fifteen years old now
I can almost reach to put your star on
What I wish for Christmas this year is a secret
His name is - Ay mama mira! (Mom, look!)
My sister won't let me have the icicles!
From the kitchen, cooking las comadres
I smell chocolate, garlic and tamales
Where is my godmother and Santa Claus
No it's not the presents I want, you know
Yes, it's just the packages to guess
Arbolito, now I'm thirty something
How familiar is our yearly talking
No, mijita(daughter), you put the ornaments
Does it look like Better Homes magazine?
Aw, come on now, they're my icicles!
I have freckles, I would let you have them
There comes Mamacita with ornaments
And with lights to dress you
I help her, but she won't leave me with the icicles
From the kitchen, cooking las comadres
I smell chocolate, garlic and tamales
Where is my godmother and Santa Claus
No it's not the presents I want, you know
Yes, it's just the packages to guess
Arbolito I'm fifteen years old now
I can almost reach to put your star on
What I wish for Christmas this year is a secret
His name is - Ay mama mira! (Mom, look!)
My sister won't let me have the icicles!
From the kitchen, cooking las comadres
I smell chocolate, garlic and tamales
Where is my godmother and Santa Claus
No it's not the presents I want, you know
Yes, it's just the packages to guess
Arbolito, now I'm thirty something
How familiar is our yearly talking
No, mijita(daughter), you put the ornaments
Does it look like Better Homes magazine?
Aw, come on now, they're my icicles!