just thinking of christmas makes me want to cry cuz thats the time of year that my back was never dry we climb out of the ryder truck and race across the sand crawl beneath the fence and swim across the rio grande it s an american christmas for my family while the border control is home by there christmas tree we sold everything we had just to get here and if we get deported we just do it again next year my brother has a good job working in l a he brought us up from juarez and this is where we stay mama cooks chimmy changas while papa drives the drives the roach coach truck i get work by standing in the home depot parking lot it s american christmas for my family illegal undocumented to me everybody say there happy if i was gone do they need someone to wash there car and mow there lawns they dont welcome people here who sneak in from my land something something something from the micronesian land even though mexico may have been the place of my birth can you blame me for want to come to the greatest place on earth its american christmas in a small house with a yard this year i m asking santa for a green card i dont want to go back and have to make another round trip for christmas i just want one thing my citizenship