A Natale, recitate qualche poesia in inglese per ritrovare l ‘armonia e la voglia di festa dei Paesi anglosassoni:
Voices in the Mist
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamlets round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail, as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound:
Each voice four changes on the wind,
That now dilate, and now decrease,
Peace and goodwill, goodwill and peace,
Peace and goodwill, to all mankind.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Little Donkey
Little donkey, little donkey,
On the dusty road.
Got to keep on plodding onwards,
With your precious load.
Been a long time, little donkey,
Through the winter’s night.
Don’t give up now, little donkey,
Bethlehem’s in sight
Ring out those bells tonight
Bethlehem, Bethlehem.
Follow that star tonight,
Bethlehem, Bethlehem.
Little donkey, little donkey,
Had a heavy day.
Little donkey, carry Mary safely on her way.
Little donkey, little donkey,
On the dusty road.
There are wise men waiting for a
Sign to bring them here.
Do not falter, little donkey,
There’s a star ahead.
It will guide you, little donkey,
To a cattle shed.
Traditional
Christmas Senses
Christmas trees with twinkling lights
Sparkling tinsel spread around
Ornaments and decorations
On the green boughs, hanging down.
A wreath of holy on the outside
Mistletoe above the door
Sounds of those Christmas carols
Telling tales of Christmas lore.
Presents wrapped in shiny paper
Tied with pretty ribbons’ bows
The wonder in wee ones’ eyes
As their anticipation grows.
The chill crispness of the air
Falling crystals of white snow
The family gathered’ round the hearth
Warmed by the crackling glow.
Eggnog topped with nutmeg
The pies, candies and cakes
The aroma from the kitchen
Of the oven as it bakes.
A birthday celebration
For that someone up above
Thought and wishes ’round the earth
For a world of peace and love.
It’s too bad it can’t be Christmas
With all it’s hope and cheer
It’s too bad life can’t be lived
Like this day, all through the year.
Del “Abe” Jones