I enjoyed almost all and a couple were outstanding! Merry Christmas with some sad and happy endings.
*THE ELVES AND THE SHOEMAKER- an old couple is helped by elves. Very Good
1806
*AFTER CHRISTMAS Hermann Hesse- Appreciating the gifts that give long pleasure. Good
*BERLIN AT CHRISTMASTIDE Heinrich Heine- shop windows, 1822. Good
*CHRISTMAS Kurt Tucholsky- poem 1918 -Good
*INTERVIEW WITH SANTA CLAUS Erich Kästner- 1949- Cute
*THE SEPARATION Ilse Frapan- The reason for a couple's separation. 1890 Truly sad.
*EVERY YEAR ONCE AGAIN—THE CLIENT GIFT Martin Suter -Okay 1995
*THE CHRISTMAS BOX Johann Wolfgang von Goethe-poem 1807 Good
*IN THE OUTER SUBURBS Peter Stamm 1999 Not my couple of tea.
*ADVENT Rainer Maria Rilke-poem. 1898, Good
*CHRISTMAS SHOPPING Arthur Schnitzler- A play about too old lovers meeting while Christmas shopping. Reminds me of Guy de Maupassant's writing, Very Good 1892
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"Gabrielle—But I wanted to help you find something for the sweet thing. Anatol—It’s fine. Gabrielle—How I wish I could be there when you bring her the Christmas present... I’d love to see the small room and the sweet girl. She has no idea how lucky she is! Anatol—Mm... Gabrielle—But now give me my packages. It’s so late!"
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Anatol—Here you are, but there’s a cab. Gabrielle—Could you wave it down? Anatol—You’re in a hurry, all of a sudden?! Gabrielle—Please! [He waves down the taxi.] I thank you. But what are we doing to do about the gift ...? Anatol—Here, it’s stopped. Gabrielle—Here, please take these flowers, these simple flowers. They’re nothing more than a
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greeting, but please give them to her for me. Anatol—Dear lady—you’re so kind. Gabrielle—You promise me? Anatol—With pleasure, why not? Gabrielle—So tell her... Anatol—Yes? Gabrielle—So tell her: “These flowers, my ... sweet girl, are sent to you by a woman, who can love just as well as you, but who didn’t have the courage...”
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Anatol—Dear ... lady!? [She gets into the taxi, it drives off as he watches it disappear. He stands still for a moment, looks at his watch and rushes off. Curtain]
*CHRISTMAS WITH THE BUDDENBROOKS Thomas Mann- Different members of a family enjoy Christmas together with some uncomfortable incidents.-1901 Good
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Now and then relatives came over to little Johann, and laying an arm on his shoulder and stroking his sailor-suit collar, they would examine his presents and admire them with the ironic exaggeration adults typically show for the treasures of
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children. Only Uncle Christian was free of this adult arrogance. He sauntered over to Hanno’s chair—he wore a new diamond ring, a gift from his mother—and he was as delighted with the puppet theater as his nephew. “By George, that’s a dandy!” he said, raising and lowering the curtain; he took a step back to size up the scenery. He fell silent, looking strangely serious, as if troubled by something, and his eyes wandered about the room, “Did you ask for it?—I see, so you asked for this,
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did you?” he suddenly said. “Now, why was that? Where did you get that idea? Have you ever been to the theater?—Oh, you saw Fidelio, did you? Yes, they did it well. And now you want to stage it yourself, is that it? Put on your own operas? It impressed you that much, did it? Well, listen to me, boy, let me give you some advice. Don’t spend your time thinking too much about such things—theater and all that. It won’t get you anywhere—trust your uncle. I’ve always been too interested in the stage myself, and I’ve
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never amounted to much. I’ve made some big mistakes, let me tell you.” He lectured his nephew with sober insistence, while Hanno looked up at him in curiosity. But then, after a pause, during which his bony, gaunt face brightened again as he examined the theater, he suddenly brought one of the figures forward on the stage and, in a hollow, croaking vibrato, began to sing, “Oh, what horrible offenses!” And then he pushed the harmonium stool over in front of the stage, sat down, and began putting on an opera, singing
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and gesticulating, now waving his arms in imitation of the conductor, now playing the various roles. Several members of the family gathered behind him, laughing and shaking their heads in amusement. Hanno watched with genuine delight. After a while, however, to everyone’s surprise, Christian suddenly stopped. He fell silent and a restless, earnest look passed over his face; he rubbed his hand across his bald head and then down his whole left side. He turned around now to his audience
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nose wrinkled up, his face drawn and anxious. “You see, as usual I have to stop,” he said. “The same old punishment. I can never have a little fun without paying for it. It’s not a pain, really, it’s an ache, a vague ache, because all these nerves here are too short. They’re all simply too short.” But his relatives took his complaints no more seriously than his jokes and said little or nothing in reply. They casually drifted away again. Christian sat staring mutely at the theater for a while, blinking
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his eyes as if deep in thought. Then he got up again. “Well, my boy, have fun with it,” he said, stroking Hanno’s hair. “But not too much. And don’t neglect your schoolwork because of it, do you hear? I’ve made my share of mistakes.... But now I’m off to the Club. I’m going to the Club for a bit,” he called to the other adults. “They’re having a Christmas party, too. Until later.” And he left, walking down the columned hall on stiff, bowed legs.
*CHRISTMAS NOT JUST ONCE A YEAR Heinrich Böll-After the war a mother who had to give up her Christmas tree during the war becomes a nervous case when the tree is taken down; nothing but putting it back up quiets her down. 1952 Very Good
*ON CHRISTMAS EVE Helene Stökl- 1883 A lonely lady in search of some comfort from the past. Favorite, the best.
*NUTCRACKER AND THE KING OF MICE-children and gifts 1816, good.
*CHRISTMAS IN COCHINCHINA Joseph Roth- remembering past and not being able to relive the joy. 1929 Good
*CHRISTMAS EVE Peter Rosegger-A remembrance of a Christmas Eve when a young boy lost on a path after midnight mass and rescued by a mad widowed old lady. 1877, a favorite!! Loved it!
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The frost was cutting right into my limbs. “Sepp! Sepp!” I shouted once more with all my might. Again nothing but the long drawn-out echo. Then a fearful anguish took possession of me. I called quickly, one after another, my parents, my grandmother, all the farmhands and maids of our household by name. It was all in vain. I began to cry miserably. There I stood trembling, my body throwing a long shadow aslant
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down the naked rock. I went to and fro along the ledge to warm myself a little, and I prayed aloud to the holy Christ child to save me. The moon stood high in the dark heavens. I could no longer cry or pray, I could scarcely move anymore. I crouched down shivering on a stone and said to myself, “I shall go to sleep now; it’s all only a dream, and when I wake up I shall either be at home or in heaven.” Then on a sudden I heard a rustling in the juniper bushes above me,
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and soon after I felt that something was touching me and lifting me up. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t—my voice was frozen within me. Fear and anguish kept my eyes fast shut. Hands and feet, too, were as if lamed, I could not move them. Then I felt warm, and it seemed to me as if all the mountain rocked with me. When I came to myself and awoke it was still night; but I was standing at the door of my home and the house dog was barking furiously. Somebody had let me slip down on the hard-trodden snow, and had
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then knocked loudly on the door and hurried away. I had recognized this somebody; it was the Moss wife. The door opened, and grandmother threw herself upon me with the words, “Jesus Christ, here he is!” She carried me into the warm living room, but from thence quickly back again into the entrance. There she set me on the bread trough, and hastened outside and blew her most piercing whistle. She was quite alone. When Sepp had come back from church and not found me at home, and when, too,
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the others came and I was with none of them, they had all gone down into the forest and through the valley and up the other side to the high road, and in all directions. Even my mother had gone with them, and everywhere, all the time, had called out my name.
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Later, when the servants were all sitting at the evening meal, Moss-Maggie was with them at table. During the morning service she had been out in the churchyard, cowering on her husband’s grave; and after High Mass my father went and found her there and brought her with him to our house. They could get nothing out of her about the event of the night, save
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that she had been searching for the Christ child in the forest. Then she came over to my bed and looked at me, and I was scared at her eyes. In the back part of our house was a room in which there were only old, useless things and a lot of cobwebs. This room my father gave Moss-Maggie for a dwelling, and put a stove and a bed and a table in it for her. And she stayed with us. She would still very often go rambling about in the forest, and bring home moss, and then return and sit for hours
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upon her husband’s grave; from which she could never more tear herself away to return to her own district— where, indeed, she would have been just as lonely and homeless as everywhere else. Of her circumstances we could learn nothing more definite: we could only conjecture that the woman had once been happy and certainly in her right mind; and that grief for the loss of her mate had robbed her of reason. We all loved her, for she lived peacefully and contentedly with all and caused nobody the least
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trouble. The house dog alone, it seemed, would never trust her, he barked and tore furiously at the chain whenever she came across the home meadow. But the creature was meaning something quite different than we thought, all the time; for once when the chain broke he rushed to the woman, leaped whining into her bosom, and licked her cheeks. At last in the late autumn, when Moss-Maggie was almost always in the graveyard, there came a time when, instead of barking cheerily,
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the dog howled by the hour together, so that my grandmother, herself very worn and weary by then, said, “You mark my words; there’ll soon be somebody dying in our neighborhood now, when the dog howls like that! God comfort the poor soul!” And a little while after that Moss-Maggie fell ill, and when winter came she died. In her last moments she held both my father and mother by the hand and uttered the words, “May God requite you a thousand and a thousandfold,
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right up into heaven itself!”
*MARTIN’S CHRISTMAS WISH Erich Kästner- Parents are missing their young son, Martin who is away at school for Christmas, they are poor and are surprised when he shows up with presents. His schoolmaster gave him money so he could go home.
1933, Very Good!
*THE LOAN Wolfdietrich Schnurre-A poor father and son borrow a Christmas tree from a park and return it soon after for it to grow. 1881 Very Good!
Brehm’s Life of Animals,
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Now we did begin to feel sad. Not very sad; but at any rate it was enough for Frieda to furrow her brows even more than she usually did and ask us what was up. We had got used to keeping our troubles to ourselves, but not this time; and Father told her. Frieda listened carefully. “That’s it?”
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We nodded. “You’re funny,” Frieda said. “Why don’t you just go to the Grunewald forest and steal one?” I have seen Father outraged many times, but never as outraged as he was this evening. He went pale as chalk. “Are you serious?” he asked hoarsely. Frieda was very surprised. “Of course,” she said, “that’s what everyone does.” “Everyone!” Father echoed, “everyone!” He stood up stiffly and took my hand. “You’ll permit me,” he
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said, “to take the boy home first before I give you the answer that deserves.
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“Good,” he said then, “we’ll come back to your place tonight and you can lend it to us.” It was later that night before I discovered what he had planned. “Come on,” Father said and shook me, “get up.” Still drowsy I crawled over the bars of the bed. “What on earth is going on?” “Now listen,” Father said and stood in front of me, “stealing a tree, that’s bad; but borrowing one, that’s okay.” “Borrowing?” I asked, blinking.
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“Yes,” Father said. “We’re going to go to Friedrichshain park and dig up a blue spruce. We’ll put it in the bath in some water at home, celebrate Christmas with it tomorrow and then afterward we’ll plant it back in the same place. Well?” He gave me a piercing stare. “A fantastic idea,” I said.
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Then Friedrichshain park appeared before us and we fell silent. The blue spruce that Father had his eye on stood in the middle of a round flower bed of roses covered in straw. It was a good meter and a half tall and a model of regular growth. As the earth was frozen only just under the surface it didn’t take long at all before Father had exposed the roots. Then we carefully tipped the
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tree over, put it roots first into the sack, Father hung his jacket over the end sticking out, we shoveled the earth back into the hole, spread straw over the top, Father loaded the tree onto his shoulder and we went home. Here we filled the big tin bath with water and put the tree in. When I woke the next morning Father and Frieda were already busy decorating the tree.
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The next morning the tree stayed standing in all its finery. I was allowed to lie in bed and Father played gramophone music all night and whistled the harmony. Then, the following night, we took the tree out of the bath, put it in the sack, still decorated with tinfoil stars, and took it back to Friedrichshain park. Here we planted it back in the round rose bed. Then we stamped the earth firm and went home. In the morning I took the gramophone away too.
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We visited the tree frequently; the roots grew back again. The tinfoil stars hung in its branches for quite a while, some even until spring. I went to see the tree again a few months ago. It’s now a good two stories high and has the circumference of a medium-sized factory chimney. It seems strange to think that we once invited it into our one-room apartment. 1958
*O TANNENBAUM Ernst Anschütz- poem, 1824 very good.