Dear consilium trainee,
I know you want to hear an "Oscar Wilde" winter story!
Ok, then make your self comfortable and close your eyes… Assieds-toi sur une chaise près de la cheminée. Do you feel the smell of burning leaves? Then you are ready.
Tonight you will visit a wonderful place : it’s called Chrisland, where you will celebrate a very special birthday, the one of Mister Consilium Popular-Sympathy-and so on.
I know you want to hear an "Oscar Wilde" winter story!
Ok, then make your self comfortable and close your eyes… Assieds-toi sur une chaise près de la cheminée. Do you feel the smell of burning leaves? Then you are ready.
Tonight you will visit a wonderful place : it’s called Chrisland, where you will celebrate a very special birthday, the one of Mister Consilium Popular-Sympathy-and so on.But before, I’ll tell you what happened to Chris. After the Council, he went back home and he started working at the Foreign Ministry.
Then the winter came and the Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. They invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came.
Years went over… Suddenly Chris rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath he saw a group of trainees he had loved. Downstairs ran Chris in great joy, and out into the garden. And the trainees smiled on Chris, and said to him, "We used to party in the Council, today you shall come with us to your Kingdom, which is Chrisland."
In the morning, Chris was tired of partying, so he sat in a huge armchair, and admired the end of the party...
"I have many friends who live in different countries," he said; "but distance is nothing."
Then the winter came and the Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. They invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came.Years went over… Suddenly Chris rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath he saw a group of trainees he had loved. Downstairs ran Chris in great joy, and out into the garden. And the trainees smiled on Chris, and said to him, "We used to party in the Council, today you shall come with us to your Kingdom, which is Chrisland."
In the morning, Chris was tired of partying, so he sat in a huge armchair, and admired the end of the party...
"I have many friends who live in different countries," he said; "but distance is nothing." 
5 commentaires:
I take the chance to wish you Happy Birthday on the blog since I would avoid "belastening" neither you nor your family!
Umarmung,
Giovanna.
kiss
Just for once:
Liebe Rauschkugal, (I really don't know how to spell this one)
Ois Guade zum Geburdsdog!
Although maybe in the mountains you have some other expression.
L.S.,
Now that it was your birthday yesterday, (See my comment under your post.) it is time that I keep a promise that frankly I'd forgotten about. I still have to send you the Heineken ski teacher commercial I told you about.
Here it is.
Martin
L.S.,
Now that I'm on the subject of Heineken commercials, here's the one that's even funnier than the Rudy one, and completely in English! (That's us in the Netherlands. Here, a Dutch company can sell Dutch beer to Dutch customers by making a commercial entirely in English.)
Quicktime
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