{"id":10647,"date":"2015-12-23T20:47:16","date_gmt":"2015-12-23T19:47:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/?p=10647"},"modified":"2015-12-23T20:47:16","modified_gmt":"2015-12-23T19:47:16","slug":"a-very-special-christmas-tree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/a-very-special-christmas-tree\/","title":{"rendered":"A Very Special Christmas Tree"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"justify\">Every Christmas when I was a child we had to learn the usual stereotypical seasonal poems which inevitably referred to <strong>il Bambinello<\/strong> (Baby Jesus), <strong>angeli e pastori adoranti<\/strong> (adoring angels and shepherds), and <strong>pace e amore fra tutti gli uomini<\/strong> (peace and love between all people).<br \/>\nSo, whilst searching the other day for an atypical Christmas poem, it was with a sense of relief that I finally found <strong>Un Abete Speciale<\/strong> (A Special Fir Tree), written by Gianni Rodari.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_10651\" style=\"width: 540px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone post-item__attachment\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2015\/12\/Gubbio-Albero-di-Natale.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-10651\" aria-label=\"Gubbio Albero Di Natale\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-10651\" class=\"wp-image-10651\"  alt=\"Gubbio Albero di Natale\" width=\"530\" height=\"354\" \/ src=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2015\/12\/Gubbio-Albero-di-Natale.jpg\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2015\/12\/Gubbio-Albero-di-Natale.jpg 640w, https:\/\/blogs.transparent.com\/italian\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/4\/2015\/12\/Gubbio-Albero-di-Natale-350x234.jpg 350w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 530px) 100vw, 530px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-10651\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><span style=\"color: #666699\"><em>Giant Christmas tree, Gubbio<\/em><\/span><\/p><\/div>\n<p align=\"justify\"><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Gianni_Rodari\" target=\"_blank\">Gianni Rodari<\/a> (1920-1980) was a journalist, writer and poet who wrote mostly for children. His writing, on the surface, appears simple and rhythmical, but he never indulges in facile stereotypes or banalities. Rodari likes to play with words and sounds, and has the ability to convey profound truths in the most straightforward of ways, as we see in the following lines:<\/p>\n<table style=\"height: 899px\" border=\"0\" width=\"540\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"8\">\n<colgroup>\n<col width=\"128*\" \/>\n<col width=\"128*\" \/> <\/colgroup>\n<tbody>\n<tr valign=\"TOP\">\n<td width=\"50%\">\n<p class=\"western\"><strong><span style=\"color: #350459\"><span style=\"font-family: Segoe Print\"><span style=\"font-size: large\">Un Abete Speciale<\/span><br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/strong><span style=\"color: #350459\"><span style=\"font-family: Segoe Print\">di Gianni Rodari<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\"><span style=\"font-family: Segoe Print\"><span style=\"color: #350459\">Quest\u2019anno mi voglio fare<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">un albero di Natale<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">di tipo speciale,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">ma bello veramente.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">Non lo far\u00f2 in tinello,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">lo far\u00f2 nella mente,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">con centomila rami<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">e un miliardo di lampadine,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">e tutti i doni<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">che non stanno nelle vetrine.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">Un raggio di sole<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">per il passero che trema,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">un ciuffo di viole<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">per il prato gelato,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">un aumento di pensione<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">per il vecchio pensionato.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">E poi giochi,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">giocattoli, balocchi<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">quanti ne puoi contare<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">a spalancare gli occhi:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">un milione, cento milioni<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">di bellissimi doni<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">per quei bambini<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">che non ebbero mai<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">un regalo di Natale,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">e per loro ogni giorno<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">all\u2019altro \u00e8 uguale,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">e non \u00e8 mai festa.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">Perch\u00e9 se un bimbo<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">resta senza niente,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">anche uno solo, piccolo,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">che piangere non si sente,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">Natale \u00e8 tutto sbagliato.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td width=\"50%\">\n<p class=\"western\"><strong><span style=\"color: #350459\"><span style=\"font-family: Segoe Print\"><span style=\"font-size: large\">A Special Fir Tree<\/span><br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/strong><span style=\"color: #350459\"><span style=\"font-family: Segoe Print\">by Gianni Rodari<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"western\"><span style=\"font-family: Segoe Print\"><span style=\"color: #350459\">This year I want to make<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">a Christmas Tree<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">of a special kind,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">but really beautiful.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">I won\u2019t make it in the living room,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">I\u2019ll make it in my mind,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">with a hundred thousand branches<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">and a billion of lights,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">and all the presents<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">that aren&#8217;t in the shop windows.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">A ray of sun<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">for the trembling sparrow,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">a tuft of violets<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">for the frozen lawn,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">an increase in pension<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">for the old pensioner.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">And then games,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">toys, playthings<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">as many as you can count<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">with your eyes wide open:<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">one million, one hundred million<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">beautiful gifts<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">for those children<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">who never had<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">a Christmas present,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">for whom each day<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">is like any another,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">and is never a holiday.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">Because if a child<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">is left without anything,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">even a single little one,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">whose crying is not heard,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #350459\">Christmas is all wrong.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<div align=\"justify\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<img width=\"350\" height=\"234\" 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