Members of the Jaramillo family- cousins, toddlers, aunts, uncles- sang to each other across the front glass door. Half of the group was inside the home and the other half was outside in the cold.
“En el nombre del cielo os pido posada (in the name of heaven we are asking you for a lodge),” sang the group outside.
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