2023届高三英语二轮复习学案 名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 DEAR SANTA.docx
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1、高三英语培优名著阅读之心灵鸡汤精选 Dear Santa班级:_学号:_姓名:_心灵鸡汤精选Dear Santa话题归类阅读难度词数播撒快乐五星1899【文章梗概】作为犹太人从未有机会过圣诞节,但对节日一直渴望的作者在结婚生子后决心弥补心中遗憾。从精心布置到发出聚会邀请,作者用心地打造浓厚的节日氛围。同时他盛装打扮成圣诞老人从着装、姿态和语气,十分逼真,给家人带来快乐。同时,外表的装扮让他从心里生出为更多孩子带去快乐的渴望。一次邮局之行让他发现了很多贫穷、期待圣诞老人回应的孩子们寄出的信被尘封。于是一次次扮圣诞老人的上门送礼物的有趣温暖的故事就发生了。圣诞老人一直在作者心中,这样的信念也一直促
2、使他播撒快乐和圣诞信念。Sow a thought, reap an act; sow an act, reap a habit; sow a habit, reap a character; sow a character, reap a destiny.Arabian Proverb Theres nothing so beautiful as a childs dream of Santa Claus. I know, I often had that dream. But I was Jewish and we didnt celebrate Christmas. It was eve
3、ryone elses holiday and I felt left out . . . like a big party I wasnt invited to. It wasnt the toys I missed; it was Santa Claus and a Christmas tree.So when I got married and had kids I decided to make up for it. I started with a seven-foot tree, all decked out with lights and tinsel, and a Star o
4、f David on top to soothe those whose Jewish feelings were frayed by the display and, for them, it was a Hanukkah bush. And it warmed my heart to see the glitter, because now the party was at my house and everyone was invited.But something was missing, something big and round and jolly, with jingle b
5、ells and a ho! ho! ho! So I bought a bolt of bright red cloth and strips of white fur, and my wife made me a costume. Inflatable pillows rounded out my skinny frame, but no amount of makeup could turn my face into merry old Santa. A Santa mask, complete with whiskers and flowing white hair made me l
6、ook genuine enough to live up to a childs dream of Saint Nick.When I tried it on something happened. I felt like Santa; like I became Santa. My posture changed. I leaned back and pushed out my false stomach. My head tilted to the side and my voice got deeper and richer: “MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE.”F
7、or two years I played Santa for my children to their mixed feelings of fright and delight and to my total enjoyment. And when the third year rolled around, the Santa in me had grown into a personality of his own and he needed more room than I had given him. So I sought to accommodate him by letting
8、him do his thing for other children. I called up orphanages and childrens hospitals and offered his services free but got no takers. And the Santa in me felt lonely and useless.Then, one late November afternoon, I went to the mailbox on the corner of the street to mail a letter and saw this pretty l
9、ittle girl trying to reach for the slot. “Mommy, are you sure Santa will get my letter?” she asked. My mind began to whirl. All those children who wrote to Santa Claus at Christmas time, whatever became of their letters? One phone call to the main post office answered my question. The dead-letter of
10、fice stored thousands of them in huge sacks and no one looked at them.The Santa in me went “Ho! Ho! Ho!” and we headed down to the post office. As I rummaged through the letters, I saw that most of them were gimme, gimme, gimme letters with endless lists of toys, and I became a little flustered at t
11、he demands and the greed of so many spoiled children. But the Santa in me heard a voice from inside the mail sack and I continued going through the letters, one after the other, until I came upon one, which jarred and unsettled me.It was neatly written on plain white paper and it said:Dear Santa, I
12、hope you get my letter. I am eleven years old and I have two little brothers and a baby sister. My father died last year and my mother is sick. I know there are many who are poorer than we are and I want nothing for myself, but could you send us a blanket, cause Mommys cold at night?It was signed Su
13、zy.And a chill went up my spine and the Santa in me cried, “I hear you Suzy; I hear you.” And I dug deeper into those sacks and came up with another eight such letters, all of them calling out from the depth of poverty. I took them with me and went straight to the nearest Western Union office and se
14、nt each child a telegram: “GOT YOUR LETTER. WILL BE AT YOUR HOUSE ON CHRISTMAS DAY. WAIT FOR ME. SANTA.”I knew I could not possibly fill the needs of all those children and it wasnt my purpose to do so. But if I could bring them hope; if I could make them feel that their cries did not go unheard and
15、 that someone out there was listening . . . So I budgeted a sum of money and went out and bought toys. And on Christmas Day my wife drove me around. It had snowed graciously the night before and the streets were thick with fresh powder.My first call took me to the outskirts of the city. The letter h
16、ad been from a Peter Barsky and all it said was:Dear Santa, I am ten years old and I am an only child. Weve just moved to this house a few months ago and I have no friends yet. Im not sad because Im poor but because Im lonely. I know you have many things to do and people to see and you probably have
17、 no time for me. So I dont ask you to come to my house or bring anything. But could you send me a letter so I know you exist?My telegram read: “DEAR PETER, NOT ONLY DO I EXIST BUT ILL BE THERE ON CHRISTMAS DAY. WAIT FOR ME. SANTA.”The house was wedged in between two tall buildings. The roof was of c
18、orrugated metal and it was more of a shack than a house. I walked through the gate, up the front steps and rang the bell. A heavyset man opened the door. “Boze moj” he exclaimed in astonishment. Thats Polish, by the way, and his hand went to his face. “P-p-please . . .” he stuttered, “de boy . . . a
19、t Mass. I go get him. Please wait.” And he threw a coat over his bare shoulders and, assured that I would wait, he ran down the street in the snow.So I stood in front of the house feeling good, and on the opposite side of the street was this other shack, and through the window I could see these shin
20、y little black faces peering at me and waving. Then the door opened shyly and some voices called out to me “Hiya Santa.”And I “Ho! Ho! Hoed” my way over there and this woman asked if I would come in and I did. And there were these five young kids from one to seven years old. And I sat and spoke to t
21、hem of Santa and the spirit of love, which is the spirit of Christmas.Then, seeing the torn Christmas wrappings, I asked if they liked what Santa had brought them. And each in turn thanked me for . . . the woolen socks, and the sweater and the warm new underwear.“Didnt I bring you kids any toys?” Th
22、ey shook their heads sadly. “Ho! ho! ho! I slipped up,” I said. “Well have to fix that.” Since we had extra toys in the trunk, I gave each child a toy. There was joy and laughter, but when Santa got ready to leave, I noticed that this five-year-old little girl was crying. I bent down and asked her “
23、Whats the matter, child?” And she sobbed, “Oh! Santa, Im so happy.” And the tears rolled from my eyes under the rubber mask.As I stepped out on the street, “Panie, panie, prosze . . . please come . . . come,” I heard this man Barsky across the way. And Santa crossed and walked into the house. The bo
24、y Peter just stood there and looked at me. “You came,” he said. “I wrote and . . . you came.” He turned to his parents. “I wrote . . . and he came.” And he repeated it over and over again. And when he recovered, I spoke with him about loneliness and friendship, and gave him a chemistry set and a bas
25、ketball. And he thanked me profusely. And his mother, a heavy-set Slavic-looking woman, asked something of her husband in Polish. My parents were Polish so I speak a little and understand a lot. “From the North Pole,” I said in Polish. She looked at me in astonishment. “You speak Polish?” she asked.
26、 “Of course,” I said. “Santa speaks all languages.” And I left them in joy and wonder.And I did this for twelve years, going through the letters to Santa at the post office, listening for the cries of children muffled in unopened envelopes, answering as many as I could and frustrated at not being ab
27、le to answer them all.As time went on, the word got out about Santa Claus and me, and I insisted on anonymity, but toy manufacturers would send me huge cartons of toys as a contribution to the Christmas spirit. So I started with eighteen or twenty children and wound up with 120, door-to-door, from o
28、ne end of the city to the other, from Christmas Eve through Christmas Day.And on my last call, a number of years ago, I knew there were four children in the family and I came prepared. The house was small and sparsely furnished. The kids had been waiting all day, staring at the telegram and repeatin
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