Para os que não gostam do Natal...
5 Comments escrito por purita on terça-feira, dezembro 12, 2006 at 9:35 da tarde.
HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS,
by Dr Seuss [leitura integral, aqui]
by Dr Seuss [leitura integral, aqui]
'Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Who-ville,
Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas!
The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
...
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
...
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast
Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!
...
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE GRINCH
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
...
Depois mascarou-se de Pai Natal, yada yada, desceu a chaminé, yada, yada, e gamou os presentes aos miúdos, e roubou a comida toda da festa e depois preparava-se para empandeirar a árvore de natal pela chaminé acima, quando uma menina daquelas super irritantes de tótós, chamada Cindy-Lou, diz, numa vozinha tremida: "Santy Claus, why,"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?", claro que inventou uma tanga qualquer e repetiu a cena em todas as outras casas. E pôs-se 'à coca' a ver se continuava a haver alegria...
...
He stared down at Who-ville!
The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
[escusado será dizer que ficou f..urioso]
...
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
...
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Grinch carved the roast beast!'
Vá, agora cama...
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Who-ville,
Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas!
The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
...
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
...
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast
Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!
...
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE GRINCH
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
...
Depois mascarou-se de Pai Natal, yada yada, desceu a chaminé, yada, yada, e gamou os presentes aos miúdos, e roubou a comida toda da festa e depois preparava-se para empandeirar a árvore de natal pela chaminé acima, quando uma menina daquelas super irritantes de tótós, chamada Cindy-Lou, diz, numa vozinha tremida: "Santy Claus, why,"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?", claro que inventou uma tanga qualquer e repetiu a cena em todas as outras casas. E pôs-se 'à coca' a ver se continuava a haver alegria...
...
He stared down at Who-ville!
The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
[escusado será dizer que ficou f..urioso]
...
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
...
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The Grinch carved the roast beast!'
Vá, agora cama...
Não adianta mesmo não gostar do Natal, vai haver sempre um cromo qualquer, ao virar de uma esquina, cheio de penduricalhos natalícios, na cantoria do jinglóbéls...ninguém escapa!
ps. tenho medo daquele parágrafo recriado!!!coitados dos miúdos, quando e se houver...
ps. tenho medo daquele parágrafo recriado!!!coitados dos miúdos, quando e se houver...
É o Melito Red Nosed???
LOLOLOL, O mélito red nosed está no sitio do costume, de barraiga pró ar a pedir festas ;)
brigadinhos, morzinho, fofura!!!
URSA!
Que se f...aça o Natal, mas não me peçam ajuda.
eu não gosto do natal?
um ritual americano.
devia ser o menino jesus, nem arvore nem são nicolau.
e com não sou católico, não pratico em cerimónias católicas. por isso teria que participar em outras cerimónias.
como o ritual do dias das bruxa, mais um americano.
bah! é a vida. mas vou à loja do chinês... toma!
rima com avental...