…Sal’s 2005 Christmas poem. Reserve your tickets now.
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Above average home cook, published humorist, endurance athlete, former ex-pat, recovering attorney, doting husband, dedicated dad, non-Italian speaking Italian-American, and endearingly lousy ukulele player. It’s all true. It’s all Sal. This website (www.saldetraglia.com) is my outlet to inform and entertain, on both the personal and professional fronts.
Dear Sir,
I would like to reserve one (1) ticket to Sal’s 2005 Christmas Poem. Please advise me as to the cost of said ticket.
Sincerely,
Your loyal reader
Hey Ang:
The cost? A bag of Conguitos and a jug of your grandpa’s corn whiskey.
The Conguitos are negotiable.
Sal
Hey Sal,
Sign me up. Since Conguitos are easier for you to get ahold of, how about if I give you 5 Euros…(Remember the little ‘Blackula’ quiz?)
I have NO idea what Conguitos are (probably because I haven’t been paying attemtion) but I’d like a seat next to the fire escape, please.
(P.S. LOVED your last Expatica article, Sal! Too funny and something I’d never heard of before.)
Hey Christina: Yeah, you’ve gotta love caganers. They were my favorite part of Christmas during the three years I lived in Barcelona. Really…I couldn’t make up something that good.
Anyway…the poem was written last week, but I will publish it in Expatica next Wednesday/Thursday. Then, I’ll post it here.
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We see how you are, Sal. Your almighty Expatica is more important than your loyal readers.
Just for that, I have half a mind to remove my kitschy Nativity that I just posted on my blog… nah, who am I kidding, no one else would publish that!
(Yes, I just plugged my blog on yours. Now I owe you TWO bags of Conguitos! Oh, and Grandpa doesn’t make corn whiskey anymore — it’s jug wine. Tastes kind of like Mogen David… with a bit more bite.)