- 游氣風信 Ｎｏ，１３５ ２００１，３，１ 物語は楽し
what? all day long to sit by the door? no way! i give you back my other 10 years of life!
- クリスマス・キャロル♪♪
left my heart in san francisco
high on a hill it calls to me
to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars
the morning fog may chill the air
i don't care～～～～～
- Happy Christmas
war is over now
- The 12 Days of Christmas by Robert Sabuda
on the first day of christmas my true love gave to me: a partridge in a pear tree. のような歌詞が１２まで続きます
- 静かに眠れる サラ・マクラレン
how silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given!
so god imparts to human hearts. the blessings of his heaven
no ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin,
where meek souls will receive him still, the dear christ enters in. o holy child of bethlehem, desend to us, we pray;
cast out our sin and enter in, be born in us today.
we hear the christmas angels the great glad tidings tell,
o come to us, abide with us, our lord emmanuel. phillips brooks
lewis h. redner
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still alive.
というわけで
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not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle from the mice behind the panelling, not a drip from the half-thawed water-spout in the dull yard behind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent poplar, not the idle swinging of an empty store-house door, no, not a clicking in the fire, but fell upon the heart of scrooge with a softening influence, and gave a freer passage to his tears.
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the spirit touched him on the arm, and pointed to his younger self, intent upon his reading. suddenly a man, in foreign garments: wonderfully real and distinct to look at: stood outside the window, with an axe stuck in his belt, and leading by the bridle an ass laden with wood.
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he was not alone, but sat by the side of a fair young girl in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes there were tears, which sparkled in the light that shone out of the ghost of christmas past.
`it matters little,' she said, softly. `to you, very little. another idol has displaced me; and if it can cheer and comfort you in time to come, as i would have tried to do, i have no just cause to grieve.'
`what idol has displaced you.' he rejoined.
`a golden one.'
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you wouldn't believe how those two fellows went at it. they charged into the street with the shutters -- one, two, three -- had them up in their places -- four, five, six -- barred them and pinned then -- seven, eight, nine -- and came back before you could have got to twelve, panting like race-horses.
`hilli-ho!' cried old fezziwig, skipping down from the high desk, with wonderful agility. `clear away, my lads, and let's have lots of room here. hilli-ho, dick. chirrup, ebenezer.'
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whether these creatures faded into mist, or mis enshrouded them, he could not tell. but they and their spirit voices faded together; and the night became as it had been when he walked home.
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clear away. there was nothing they wouldn't have cleared away, or couldn't have cleared away, with old fezziwig looking on. it was done in a minute. every movable was packed off, as if it were dismissed from public life for evermore; the floor was swept and watered, the lamps were trimmed, fuel was heaped upon the fire; and the warehouse was as snug, and warm, and dry, and bright a ball-room, as you would desire to see upon a winter's night.
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in came a fiddler with a music-book, and went up to the lofty desk, and made an orchestra of it, and tuned like fifty stomach-aches. in came mrs fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. in came the three miss fezziwigs, beaming and lovable. in came the six young followers whose hearts they broke. in came all the young men and women employed in the business. in came the housemaid, with her cousin, the baker. in came the cook, with her brother's particular friend, the milkman. in came the boy from over the way, who was suspected of not having board enough from his master; trying to hide himself behind the girl from next door but one, who was proved to have had her ears pulled by her mistress. in they all came, one after another; some shyly, some boldly, some gracefully, some awkwardly, some pushing, some pulling; in they all came, anyhow and everyhow. away they all went, twenty couples at once; hands half round and back again the other way; down the middle and up again; round and round in various stages of affectionate grouping; old top couple always turning up in the wrong place; new top couple starting off again, as soon as they got there; all top couples at last, and not a bottom one to help them. when this result was brought about, old fezziwig, clapping his hands to stop the dance, cried out,' well done.' and the fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot of porter, especially provided for that purpose. but scorning rest, upon his reappearance, he instantly began again, though there were no dancers yet, as if the other fiddler had been carried home, exhausted, on a shutter, and he were a bran-new man resolved to beat him out of sight, or perish.
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the spirit gazed upon him mildly. its gentle touch, though it had been light and instantaneous, appeared still present to the old man's sense of feeling. he was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long, forgotten.
`your lip is trembling,' said the ghost. `and what is that upon your cheek.'
scrooge muttered, with an unusual catching in his voice, that it was a pimple; and begged the ghost to lead him where he would.
- クリスマス・キャロル 第二章 （The First of the Three Spirits）
when scrooge awoke, it was so dark, that looking out of bed, he could scarcely distinguish the transparent window from the opaque walls of his chamber. he was endeavouring to pierce the darkness with his ferret eyes, when the chimes of a neighbouring church struck the four quarters. so he listened for the hour.
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it was a habit with scrooge, whenever he became thoughtful, to put his hands in his breeches pockets. pondering on what the ghost had said, he did so now, but without lifting up his eyes, or getting off his knees.
'you must have been very slow about it, jacob,' scrooge observed, in a business-like manner, though with humility and deference.
'slow!' the ghost repeated.
'seven years dead,' mused scrooge. 'and travelling all the time!'
'the whole time,' said the ghost. 'no rest, no peace. incessant torture of remorse.'
'you travel fast?' said scrooge.
'on the wings of the wind,' replied the ghost.
'you might have got over a great quantity of ground in seven years,' said scrooge.
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the ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door, and asked scrooge if he knew it.
`know it.' said scrooge. `i was apprenticed here.'
they went in. at sight of an old gentleman in a welsh wig, sitting behind such a high desk, that if he had been two inches taller he must have knocked his head against the ceiling, scrooge cried in great excitement:
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