{"id":782,"date":"2015-12-24T08:02:34","date_gmt":"2015-12-24T07:02:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/alumni.evdhg.de\/?p=782"},"modified":"2015-12-01T15:01:18","modified_gmt":"2015-12-01T14:01:18","slug":"froehliche-und-gesegnete-weihnachten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/alumni.evdhg.de\/?p=782","title":{"rendered":"Fr\u00f6hliche und Gesegnete Weihnachtsfeiertage!"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"275989\"<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n

Als der Nikolaus kam<\/b><\/h3>\n

-\u00dcbersetzung von Erich K\u00e4stner (1947)-<\/p>\n

In der Nacht vor dem Christfest, da regte<\/span>
\n im Haus<\/span>
\n sich niemand und nichts, nicht mal<\/span>
\n eine Maus.<\/span>
\n Die Str\u00fcmpfe, die hingen paarweis<\/span>
\n am Kamin<\/span>
\n und warteten drauf, da\u00df Sankt Niklas<\/span>
\n erschien.<\/span>
\n Die Kinder lagen gekuschelt<\/span>
\n im Bett<\/span>
\n und tr\u00e4umten vom \u00c4pfel- und<\/span>
\n N\u00fcsseballett.<\/span><\/p>\n

Die Mutter schlief tief, und auch ich<\/span>
\n schlief brav,<\/span>
\n wie die Murmeltiere im<\/span>
\n Winterschlaf,<\/span>
\n als drau\u00dfen vorm Hause ein<\/span>
\n L\u00e4rm losbrach,<\/span>
\n da\u00df ich aufsprang und dachte: Siehst<\/span>
\n rasch einmal nach!<\/span>
\n Ich rannte zum Fenster und, fast noch<\/span>
\n im Lauf,<\/span>
\n stie\u00df ich die knarrenden<\/span>
\n L\u00e4den auf.<\/span><\/p>\n

Es hatte geschneit, und der<\/span>
\n Mondschein lag<\/span>
\n so silbern auf allem, als sei’s<\/span>
\n heller Tag.<\/span>
\n Acht winzige Renntierchen kamen<\/span>
\n gerannt,<\/span>
\n vor einen ganz, ganz kleinen Schlitten<\/span>
\n gespannt!<\/span>
\n Auf dem Bock sa\u00df ein Kutscher, so alt<\/span>
\n und so klein,<\/span>
\n da\u00df ich wu\u00dfte, das kann nur der<\/span>
\n Nikolaus sein!<\/span><\/p>\n

Die Renntiere kamen daher wie<\/span>
\n der Wind,<\/span>
\n und der Alte, der pfiff, und er rief<\/span>
\n laut: „Geschwind!<\/span>
\n Renn, Renner! Tanz, T\u00e4nzer! Flieg,<\/span>
\n fliegende Hitz‘!<\/span>
\n Hui, Sternschnupp‘! Hui, Liebling! Hui,<\/span>
\n Donner und Blitz!<\/span>
\n Die Veranda hinauf und die<\/span>
\n Hauswand hinan!<\/span>
\n Immer fort mit euch! Fort mit euch! Hui,<\/span>
\n mein Gespann!“<\/span><\/p>\n

Wie das Laub, das der Herbststurm die<\/span>
\n Stra\u00dfen lang fegt<\/span>
\n und, steht was im Weg, in den Himmel<\/span>
\n hoch tr\u00e4gt,<\/span>
\n so trug es den Schlitten hin auf<\/span>
\n unser Haus<\/span>
\n samt dem Spielzeug und samt dem<\/span>
\n Sankt Nikolaus!<\/span>
\n Kaum war das geschehen, vernahm ich<\/span>
\n schon schwach<\/span>
\n das Stampfen der zierlichen Hufe<\/span>
\n vom Dach.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dann wollt‘ ich die Fensterl\u00e4den<\/span>
\n zuzieh’n,<\/span>
\n da plumpste der Nikolaus in den<\/span>
\n Kamin!<\/span>
\n Sein Rock war aus Pelzwerk, vom Kopf<\/span>
\n bis zum Fu\u00df.<\/span>
\n Jetzt klebte er freilich voll<\/span>
\n Asche und Ru\u00df.<\/span>
\n Sein B\u00fcndel trug Nikolaus<\/span>
\n huckepack,<\/span>
\n so wie die Hausierer bei uns<\/span>
\n ihren Sack.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zwei Gr\u00fcbchen, wie lustig! Wie blitzte<\/span>
\n sein Blick!<\/span>
\n Die B\u00e4ckchen zartrosa, die Nas‘ rot<\/span>
\n und dick!<\/span>
\n Der Bart war schneewei\u00df, und der<\/span>
\n drollige Mund<\/span>
\n sah aus wie gemalt, so klein und<\/span>
\n halbrund.<\/span>
\n Im Munde, da qualmte ein<\/span>
\n Pfeifenkopf,<\/span>
\n und der Rauch, der umwand wie ein<\/span>
\n Kranz seinen Schopf.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ich lachte hell, wie er so vor<\/span>
\n mir stand,<\/span>
\n ein rundlicher Zwerg aus dem<\/span>
\n Elfenland.<\/span>
\n Er schaute mich an und schnitt<\/span>
\n ein Gesicht,<\/span>
\n als wollte er sagen: „Nun, f\u00fcrchte<\/span>
\n dich nicht!“<\/span>
\n Das Spielzeug stopfte er, eifrig<\/span>
\n und stumm,<\/span>
\n in die Str\u00fcmpfe, war fertig, drehte<\/span>
\n sich um,<\/span>
\n hob den Finger zur Nase, nickte<\/span>
\n mir zu,<\/span>
\n kroch in den Kamin und war fort<\/span>
\n im Nu!<\/span><\/p>\n

In den Schlitten sprang er und pfiff<\/span>
\n dem Gespann,<\/span>
\n da flogen sie schon \u00fcber T\u00e4ler<\/span>
\n und Tann.<\/span>
\n Doch ich h\u00f6rt‘ ihn noch rufen, von fern<\/span>
\n klang es sacht:<\/span>
\n „Frohe Weihnachten allen, – und allen<\/span>
\n gut‘ Nacht!“<\/span><\/td>\n

\n

A Visit from St. Nicholas<\/b><\/h3>\n

-by Henry Livingston, Jr. (1823)-<\/p>\n

‚Twas the night before Christmas, when all<\/span>
\n through the house<\/span>
\n Not a creature was stirring, not even<\/span>
\n a mouse.<\/span>
\n The stockings were hung by the<\/span>
\n chimney with care,<\/span>
\n In hopes that St Nicholas soon would<\/span>
\n be there.<\/span>
\n The children were nestled all snug<\/span>
\n in their beds,<\/span>
\n While visions of sugar-plums danced<\/span>
\n in their heads.<\/span><\/p>\n

And mamma in her ‚kerchief, and I in<\/span>
\n my cap,<\/span>
\n Had just settled our brains for a long<\/span>
\n winter’s nap.<\/span>
\n When out on the lawn there arose<\/span>
\n such a clatter,<\/span>
\n I sprang from the bed to see what<\/span>
\n was the matter.<\/span>
\n Away to the window I flew like<\/span>
\n a flash,<\/span>
\n Tore open the shutters and threw up<\/span>
\n the sash.<\/span><\/p>\n

The moon on the breast of the<\/span>
\n new-fallen snow<\/span>
\n Gave the lustre of mid-day to<\/span>
\n objects below.<\/span>
\n When, what to my wondering eyes<\/span>
\n should appear,<\/span>
\n But a miniature sleigh, and eight<\/span>
\n tiny reindeer.<\/span>
\n With a little old driver, so lively<\/span>
\n and quick,<\/span>
\n I knew in a moment it must be<\/span>
\n St. Nick.<\/span><\/p>\n

More rapid than eagles his coursers<\/span>
\n they came,<\/span>
\n And he whistled, and shouted, and called<\/span>
\n them by name!<\/span>
\n „Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer<\/span>
\n and Vixen!<\/span>
\n On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner<\/span>
\n and Blitzen!<\/span>
\n To the top of the porch! to the top of<\/span>
\n the wall!<\/span>
\n Now dash away! dash away! dash<\/span>
\n away all!“<\/span><\/p>\n

As dry leaves that before the wild<\/span>
\n hurricane fly,<\/span>
\n When they meet with an obstacle, mount<\/span>
\n to the sky.<\/span>
\n So up to the house-top the coursers<\/span>
\n they flew,<\/span>
\n With the sleigh full of toys, and St.<\/span>
\n Nicholas too.<\/span>
\n And then, in a twinkling, I heard on<\/span>
\n the roof<\/span>
\n The prancing and pawing of each<\/span>
\n little hoof.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I drew in my head, and was<\/span>
\n turning around,<\/span>
\n Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with<\/span>
\n a bound.<\/span>
\n He was dressed all in fur, from his head<\/span>
\n to his foot,<\/span>
\n And his clothes were all tarnished with<\/span>
\n ashes and soot.<\/span>
\n A bundle of toys he had flung<\/span>
\n on his back,<\/span>
\n And he looked like a peddler just<\/span>
\n opening his pack.<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples<\/span>
\n how merry!<\/span>
\n His cheeks were like roses, his nose like<\/span>
\n a cherry!<\/span>
\n His droll little mouth was drawn up like<\/span>
\n a bow,<\/span>
\n And the beard of his chin was as white<\/span>
\n as the snow.<\/span>
\n The stump of a pipe he held tight in<\/span>
\n his teeth,<\/span>
\n And the smoke it encircled his head<\/span>
\n like a wreath.<\/span><\/p>\n

He had a broad face and a little
\nround belly
\nThat shook when he laughed, like a
\nbowlful of jelly!<\/span>
\n He was chubby and plump, a right<\/span>
\n jolly old elf,<\/span>
\n And I laughed when I saw him, in spite<\/span>
\n of myself!<\/span>
\n A wink of his eye and a twist of<\/span>
\n his head,<\/span>
\n Soon gave me to know I had nothing<\/span>
\n to dread.<\/span>
\n He spoke not a word, but went straight<\/span>
\n to his work,<\/span>
\n And filled all the stockings, then turned<\/span>
\n with a jerk.<\/span>
\n And laying his finger aside of<\/span>
\n his nose,<\/span>
\n And giving a nod, up the chimney<\/span>
\n he rose!<\/span><\/p>\n

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team<\/span>
\n gave a whistle,<\/span>
\n And away they all flew like the down<\/span>
\n of a thistle.<\/span>
\n But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove<\/span>
\n out of sight,<\/span>
\n „Happy Christmas to all, and to all<\/span>
\n a good-night!“<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Als der Nikolaus kam -\u00dcbersetzung von Erich K\u00e4stner (1947)- In der Nacht vor dem Christfest, da regte im Haus sich niemand und nichts, nicht mal eine Maus. Die Str\u00fcmpfe, die hingen paarweis am Kamin und warteten drauf, da\u00df Sankt Niklas erschien. Die Kinder lagen gekuschelt im Bett und tr\u00e4umten vom\u2026<\/p>\n

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