There is some snow now and there is coming more these days, there is a Christmas tree, there are children, and I am very happy. Still something is missing to make Christmas Eve perfect.
これから雪が沢山降るそうですが、何か今年はあまりクリスマスって感じがしません。
Deis Johr kimms mr nu gor it fir wia Weihnochten. An Bam homar, Kinder sein do und mir geats guat! Obr irgndwos fahlt. Und wos I bis iatz kriag hon: Tschucklat an gonz Haufn und volle schean vrpockt und a flotte Kort drzua mit an Rentier drauf, passnd zun an Geschenk vo jemand ondrsch, a Buach von an Dichter; Eino Leino hoaßter,mit wundrscheane Gedichte.
My presents this year? Two I have already opened. CHOCOLATE, a very nice Christmas card and a book with poems of Eino Leino. I just know a few of his wonderful poems but I count him to one of my favourite writers. Many of his poems have been set to music, so "Great Is The Desolation Of You Shore" Very often sung in churches. I personally like very much Johanna Kurkela's version.
Great Is The Desolation of Your Shore
How lonely is your shore, and how I yearn for there, how the wild duck´s lament, lingers in the air. Some lost and lonely bird, it rails against the chill, wanders through the reed-beds long, motherless, forlorn. Your slate-grey waves I've watched, through eyes that fill with tears, I wept my first by your shore, and my youth comes back to me. Your image deep is graven, I long for there once more, many is the night I've listened, for the mallard's call offshore.
Oans fo die vieln Gedichte von Eino Leino, dia vertont gwordn sein isch untn im Link, gsungan von Johanna Kurkela.
Here you have the view toward Furkelhütte. What a pitty to see how the snow is melting every day. One guy who has been up on the mountain with his touring skis said that the snow conditions aren't that bad. I think he just wanted to be nice...
In the meanwhile my children look at these beautiful winterimages of their dinner mats that I've brought as a souvenir from Finland.
Drweil schaugn meine Kindr holt die scheanan Bildlan oun dia si af di Unterlogn ban Essn nemman. Do wou dr Weihnochtsmonn wount war holt mea Schnea, gel!