Three Kings day is celebrated by a lot of people in Latin-America and the rest of the world if you’re Catholic.  I was reading a post today on another blog that said it was only celebrated in Mexico.  That’s bullshit and untrue. I hate when people think Mexico speaks for every other Hispanic race.

Anyway, when you’re a little kid this holiday is awesome. On January 5th you put a shoebox filled with rice, water, and grass for the Three Kings. When you wake up there are a bunch of presents under your bed.  It’s awesome and makes much more sense than some fat dude in a red suit going down your chimney and putting presents next to a tree in exchange for some cookies and milk….what if Santa is lactose intolerant or has an allergy to gluten?  I bet you didn’t think about that one……   Three Kings brought presents to baby Jesus.  Santa  breaks into your house and enslaves midgets little people……  I report….you decide. I am hilarious today.

Anyway, here is my mom.

“Ok, I couldn’t fix Dad dinner for the Three Kings, but today I did it and he was very happy.  It was just a small dinner without all the trimmings, but it was good.  The pork came out delicious, as well as the rice with green pigeon peas.  I bought the pastelles, because it involves a lot of work and I don’t like all the work that goes into it.  I bought them from a very good source and a person that I trust a lot.  When I say I trust a lot, I mean that she is a very clean cook and also makes sure all the ingredients are fresh and top of the line.  When it comes to pork I only trust the best.

Anyway, food was good and Dad was very happy.

I hope you are feeling a little bit better.  I’ve seen everything you are doing every day, so it tells me that Eric is a tough guy and not a whiner.  Good for you boy.

LYA,

Mom
Ixa”

Side note: the day after my mom had me she was out shopping for baby clothes.    The day after I f’ed up my hand I was cooking. It’s a Rivera thing….you wouldn’t understand.