distinta pero intacta. Feliz año Fu
Dichos regalos tienen ciertas peculiaridades, sin las cuales no merecería la pena escribirlo aquí.
Nuestros cosos en cuestión tienen la peculiaridad de tener un cabezón de reno de peluche (enorme, por cierto) con el palo a juego, y decoración navideña varia. Hasta ahí normal.
El caso es que el bicho tiene un botón en la oreja que, cuando lo pulsas suena una cancioncilla.
Mi madre es realmente experta en encontrar absurdos cosos navideños que se mueven y/o cantan. (en este caso lo segundo)
Nada más escuchar la cancioncilla (en inglés) me emocioné, me encantó. No sabría decir porqué. Mi familia creía que es que se le acababan las pilas porque sonaba algo raro.
Un par de oidas más y pude comprobar que eso que parecian notas desafinadas eran, en realidad, intenicionadas y perfectamente ejecutadas en un estilo entre irlandes-borracho o quizá paleto-country-americano.
REALMENTE me encantaba, y no sabía decir porqué. Se entendía bastante mal, pero con mucho fijarme, conseguí darme cuenta que tras esa alegre cancioncilla de un juguete para niños se escondía una balada popular de bar irlandesa (confirmado lo de irlandes-borracho) que (en el trozo que se oye en el reno de peluche, dos estrofas repetidas) venía a decir algo así:
"A la abuela le ha atropellado un reno,
fuera de nuestra casa en nochebuena,
Puedes decir que no hay ningun "Santa",
pero el abuelo y yo creemos."
-----------------------------
Perdonad mi traducción, aquí la letra completa:
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,
And we'd begged her not to go.
But she'd left her medication,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.
When they found her Christmas mornin',
At the scene of the attack.
There were hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.
Grandma go run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now were all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' football,
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.
It's not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family's dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of pig.
And a blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.
I've warned all my friends and neighbours.
Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe
fuera de nuestra casa en nochebuena,
Puedes decir que no hay ningun "Santa",
pero el abuelo y yo creemos."
-----------------------------
Perdonad mi traducción, aquí la letra completa:
Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,
And we'd begged her not to go.
But she'd left her medication,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.
When they found her Christmas mornin',
At the scene of the attack.
There were hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.
Grandma go run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now were all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' football,
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.
It's not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family's dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of pig.
And a blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.
I've warned all my friends and neighbours.
Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe
Y todo esto en un cómodo reno de juguete. Algún dia debería preguntarle a mi madre que donde encuentra estas cosas. Estoy seguro de que si decide enseñarme donde, al llegar, encontraremos una fachada tapiada, y el testimonio de los vecinos jurando que allí jamás hubo una tienda.