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Titolo: 'Twas the night before Christmas

			A visit from St. Nicholas
			   by Clement C. Moore 
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
-- 
I remain, as always, ecc.,
Bambi
dtb

    by Clement C. Moore
Un bel Natale.
Buon Natale a tutti e a te, Bambi, con la necessaria
raccomandazione di non esagerare con il bolly
(oppure sì, chi se ne importa, esageriamo) che ti ricordo essere
esclusivamente il dolcetto e franco spumantone (regalmente DOCG),
e non il supponente francesone!
Ciao,
Dario.
ITA

 
Bellissima! Grazie Bambi. 
Auguri a te e a tutti per una serena giornata.
Buon Natale
Feliz Navidad
Happy Christmas
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 Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Bambi, do you have the "politically correct" version?
bye
arianna
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Dear Arianna,
I must confess I was unaware that a 'politically correct' version of this
American poem existed. Alas, therefore, the answer to your question is No,
I do not have it.
Hoping you have recovered from holiday excesses - if any,
I remain, as always, 
Bambi
dtb
Arianna wrote:
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 Hoping you have recovered from holiday excesses - if any,
Non sottovalutiamo capodanno eh? ;)

 dtb
Ciao e auguri,
Dario.
ITA
* Noto presentatore televisivo.
** Noto frequentatore di ICLIng.

 prossimo Capodanno.
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Dear Paolo,
	>Paolo Fiore ha scritto:
	> Non sottovalutiamo capodanno eh? ;)
As if one could.  Decorum was barely maintained and bolly was in evidence
throughout. Some standards and traditions must be maintained and we are
pleased to be able to report that we played our part in ensuring they were.
Hoping you were able to do the same,
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Dear Dario,
'Hold on to your seat-belts, it's going to be a bumpy night'. Has my memory
served me well or have I misquoted the inimitable Bette Davis in 'All About
Eve'.? (Quelle Beetch  Supreme!) I'm sure Salvatore will know...you do
know, don't you Sal?
The doors to the Realm, my dear Dario, will ever be open to one as you. I
trust you cannot doubt this. For the rest of what you write, flattery, kind
Sir, will get you everywhere.
With high hopes for the year which lies ahead of us,
 
I remain, as always, ecc.,
Bambi
dtb
Dario ha scritto:
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 pleased to be able to report that we played our part in ensuring they
were.
I'm glad you did. Unfortunately the mine was a boring night. I'll get better
next year...
Beh, hopefully! ;)

next year...
mine without article
I know you knew it, but let me correct something...it's such a rare
opportunity for me..
;-)
CC

 opportunity for me..
heheheh solo perche' scrivo poco, il mio inglese permette ben altro. :(
Purtroppo e' almeno la terza volta che lo scrivo sigh abitudine dura a
morire.