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Paroles
Santa’s Team
Author Unknown
My grandma taught me everything about Christmas.
I was just a kid.
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister
dropped the bomb: «There is no Santa Claus,» jeered my sister. «Even dummies know that!»
My grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been.
I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me.
I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went
down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon
buns.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm.
Between bites, I told her everything.
She was ready for me.
No Santa Claus!" she snorted. «Ridiculous!
Don’t believe it.
That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad.
Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.»
Go?
Go where, Grandma?" I asked.
I hadn’t even finished my second cinnamon bun.
Where" turned out to be Kerby’s General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything.
As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.
That was a bundle in those days.
Take this money," she said, «and buy something for someone who needs it.
I’ll wait for you in the car.» Then she turned and walked out of Kerby’s.
I was only eight years old.
I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything
all by myself.
The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their
Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill,
wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors,
the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobbie Decker.
He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.
Pollock’s grade-two class.
Bobbie Decker didn’t have a coat.
I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter.
His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough;
but all we kids knew that Bobbie Decker didn’t have a cough, and he didn’t
have a coat.
I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement.
I would buy Bobbie Decker a coat.
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it.
It looked real warm, and he would like that.
I didn’t see a price tag, but ten dollars ought to buy anything.
I put the coat and my ten-dollar bill on the counter and pushed them toward the
lady behind it.
She looked at the coat, the money, and me. «Is this a Christmas present for someone?» she asked kindly. «Yes,» I replied shyly. «It's …
for Bobbie.
He’s in my class, and he doesn’t have a coat.» The nice lady smiled at me.
I didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry
Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons,
and write, «To Bobbie, From Santa Claus» on it …
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy.
Then she drove me over to Bobbie Decker’s house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa’s helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobbie’s house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk.
Suddenly, Grandma gave me a nudge. «All right, Santa Claus,» she whispered, «get going.»
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his
step, pounded his doorbell twice and flew back to the safety of the bushes and
Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open.
Finally it did, and there stood Bobbie.
He looked down, looked around, picked up his present, took it inside and closed
the door.
Forty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my grandma, in Bobbie Decker’s bushes.
That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what
Grandma said they were: Ridiculous!
Santa was alive and well …
AND WE WERE ON HIS TEAM!
Traduction des paroles
La classe de deuxième année de Pollock.
Bobbie Decker n'avait pas de manteau.
Je le savais parce qu'il n'est jamais sorti pour la récréation pendant l'hiver.
Sa mère a toujours écrit une note, disant à l'enseignant qu'il toussait;
mais tous les enfants savaient que Bobbie Decker n'avait pas toussé, et il ne l'a pas fait
un manteau.
J'ai Doigté le billet de dix dollars avec une excitation croissante.
J'achèterais un manteau à Bobbie Decker.
Je me suis installé sur un velours côtelé rouge qui avait une capuche.
Il semblait réel chaud, et il voudrait que l'.
Je n'ai pas vu de prix, mais dix dollars devraient acheter n'importe quoi.
J'ai mis le manteau et mon billet de dix dollars sur le comptoir et les ont poussés vers le
dame derrière elle.
Elle a regardé le manteau, l'argent et moi. «Est-ce un cadeau de Noël pour quelqu'un?» elle a demandé gentiment. «Oui, répondis-je timidement. "C'est …
pour Bobbie.
Il est dans ma classe, et il n'a pas de manteau.» La gentille dame m'a souri.
Je n'ai pas eu de monnaie, mais elle a mis le manteau dans un sac et m'a souhaité un Joyeux
Noël.
Ce soir-là, grand-mère m'a aidé à envelopper le manteau dans du papier de Noël et des rubans,
et écrire, "à Bobbie, du Père Noël" sur elle …
Grand-mère a dit que le Père Noël a toujours insisté sur le secret.
Puis elle m'a conduit à la maison de Bobbie Decker, expliquant que nous sommes allés que j'étais maintenant et pour toujours officiellement l'un des assistants du Père Noël.
Grand-mère s'est garée dans la rue de la maison de Bobbie, et elle et moi avons glissé
sans bruit et caché dans les buissons par sa promenade avant.
Soudain, grand-mère m'a donné un coup de pouce. "Très bien, Père Noël«, murmura-t-elle," allez-y.»
J'ai pris une profonde respiration, je me suis précipité pour sa porte d'entrée, j'ai jeté le présent sur son
étape, pilonné sa sonnette Deux fois et a volé à la sécurité des buissons et
Mamie.
Ensemble, nous avons attendu à bout de souffle dans l'obscurité pour que la porte d'entrée s'ouvre.
Enfin, il a fait, et il y avait Bobbie.
Il baissa les yeux, regarda autour, ramassa son cadeau, le prit à l'intérieur et le ferma
porte.