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Christmas Calendar 2008

After it rained all day and from late afternoon all Wet has frozen over again, they decided to Leipzig transport that would be a good day today, for the bus and tram transport it entirely. Thank God I did not leave the house today! I spent the whole day indoors in the warmth and did Unikram my apartment and brought back from front. Although - the latter actually happened yesterday night, after the hordes of women had left my apartment on the way to the last train. I had, most of my female friends Leipzig circle for chocolate fondue and hot drinks consumption loaded in my shoebox apartment. And this morning because I did not want to hide with the killer dishes in mind in bed, I got the dishes done the same in the night - all my cups, bowls and wine glasses, and many very schokoladenbeschmierte chocolate fountain parts.

I wanted here and now, post a very funny, dramatic sketches einszenigen text, in which five of literature (a Marxist, a feminist, a hermeneutics, a poststructuralist and a classical scholar) quarrel with the Evangelist Luke the interpretation of the Bible. But 1) I can not find the text, because I know neither the author nor the title and 2) there may not always sure about it but me laugh: D.
That is, I have to conjure me another Kalendertürcheninhalt ausm hat - but always post pictures or songs is boring in the long run, right?
Or again a poem?
Oh yes, I could actually do.
best Holderlin and Novalis!

Or rather what reader-friendly:

Loriot

Christmas poem

It turns blue the night, the stars blinking
Schneeflöcklein softly falling down.
accumulates on Edeltännleins green tops
a little white tip.
And there, from the window, breaks the
Tunkl Tann a warm light.

kneeling in the forest at home, the forester
candlelight in the parlor. In this wonderful night
has
they killed the forester.
He was her in the home care
has long been very much in the way. Drum
she agreed with it: On
Niklas evening should be.

went and when the fawn to rest
the hare her eyes, she
shot - right from the start - the husband of
horizon 'and grain.
turns up only awakened by the bang of the Hare
two, three, four times the trial
nose and rests on sweet in the dark
Meanwhile, the stars are twinkling confidential.

And in the living room inside, there is
hence the forester of blood.
Now the forester must hasten to break up with her husband
clean.
She quickly added him to the bone after
Waidmann custom broken.
full care she puts member on member,
what the husband avoided so far,
will retain a portion as a fixed daily roast fillet
piece
and grabs it - it goes to four -
the radicals in gift paper.

There's drowned out by far as silver bells,
heard barking in the village to dogs.
Who is it that makes such a late night in the snow
nor his rounds?

Knecht Ruprecht comes with golden carriage
rode up on a deer.
"Hey, lady, you still have things that make
the poor people happy?"

The forester's house is deep in snow,
but his wife is ready ". The six packages, holy man,
's is all I can give"

The silver bells ring softly
Bogeyman goes on a journey.
burn the candle in the forester's house,
blink a little star - it's Advent!