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Il Grinch 
(How The Grinch Stole Christmas)
di Ron Howard

Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Who-ville,
Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath.
"And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Who girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast!
And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast
Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing!
AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Grinch thought of the Who-Christmas-Sing
The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE GRINCH
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! ...

Edward mani di forbice  
(Edward Scissorhands)
di Tim Burton

“Perché nevica, nonna? Da dove viene la neve?” “Oh, è una storia lunga, piccolo amore mio. Bene, vediamo…Credo che dovremmo iniziare dalle forbici.” “Le forbici?!” “Sì, ci sono tanti tipi di forbici e c’era una volta un uomo che aveva addirittura forbici come mani. Una volta, tanti e tanti anni fa, viveva in quel castello un inventore, e tra le tante cose che faceva, si racconta che diede vita ad un uomo. Un uomo con tutti gli organi: un cuore, un cervello, tutto. Beh, quasi tutto. Perché, vedi, l’ inventore era molto vecchio e morì prima di finire l’ uomo da lui stesso creato. Da allora, l’ uomo fu abbandonato, senza un papà, incompleto e tutto solo…Il suo nome era Edward.”...