ALEGRIAS NATALINAS PROPORCIONADAS por PRENDAS, PRESÉPIOS e BONEQUINHAS de PANO

ALEGRIAS NATALINAS PROPORCIONADAS por PRENDAS, PRESÉPIOS e BONEQUINHAS de PANO

by Nelma Boppre

Era tempo de Natal e nós estávamos sonhando com os brinquedos que iríamos ganhar. Como seria a boneca e os presentes que ganharíamos, com certeza? O Natal era a festa máxima de nossas vidas; e não sabíamos o real motivo daquelas comemorações de fim de ano acompanhada de presentes.

Começava uma intensa movimentação em casa: limpeza, pintura, compra de vestidos e sapatos novos para todas. No Natal nossa mãe sempre comprava um móvel novo; às vezes, também, fora daquela data. Era só terminar de pagar um e ja comprava outro (risos). Mas sempre empregando muito bem o suado dinheirinho que o meu saudoso pai, Otto Boppré, ganhava, como funcionário do extinto Lavador de Capivari. Ainda lembro quando ele chegava com aquele macinho de dinheiro vivo; aí era arrumado e separado assim: o do açougue; o da prestação dos móveis da sala (com cristaleira e tudo o mais); o da venda; o da lavadeira, Dona Maria; o do conserto dos calçados; farmácia do Seu Zé Teixeira; barraquinha de frutas (risos) e muitos outros $inhos ... Pobre Papai; não sobrava quase nada!

Era tempo de Natal, a festa máxima da cristandade! Hoje, inculcado por nossos pais, ficou um legado de amor por aquele que deu a sua vida para nos salvar, através de seu amor e de seus ensinamentos. Meu pai, homem justo e de poucas palavras, porém sábio, chamava suas sete meninas e dizia:

- Vamos buscar grama para fazer o presépio de Natal!

E lá íamos nós, com ele, munido de pá, enxada, caixas de papelão, sacos e latas; para trazer as leivas (pedaços de grama). Lembro-me que ele falava assim:

- Tem que ser bem acomodada para não partir e despedaçá-la toda.

Todo o cuidado era pouco! Quem o ajudava eram as minhas irmãs mais velhas: treze, catorze, quinze anos. As menores apenas observavam tudo. O engraçado era que todas iam, até a de colo, aos trancos e barrancos; mas voltávamos de lá todas muito felizes; felicidade proporcionada por aquela mágica época natalina.

Aos seis anos de idade, era aquela a minha noção de Natal: todas esperávamos por aquele momento, o ano inteiro. Nosso presépio era enfeitado com flores coloridas e galhos de árvores; barba de velho e boizinhos feitos em casa com os sabugos de milho e bonequinhos de pano, confeccionados por minhas irmãs, as quais chamávamos de \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"bruxinhas de pano\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\". Ali estava representada a Sagrada Família na manjedoura, em nosso presépio, com o Menino Jesus, Maria e José.

Tudo era tão lindo ... tão mágico! E era ali que o Menino Jesus iria colocar os nossos presentes ... Menino Jesus amado e respeitado em nossas infâncias; era só mencionar o nome do d\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'Ele que já ficávamos antenadas:

- Se não obedecer o Menino Jesus não vai trazer nada para ti; o Menino Jesus não gosta de quem não estuda ... Menino Jesus pra cá, Menino Jesus pra lá; Menino Jesus não gosta de quem não faz as coisas corretas!

Assim íamos aprimorando a nossa noção do que era certo e errado. Em nossa família não tínhamos o bom hábito de orar na frente de uma imagem de santo e rezar, como era costume, na maioria das casas de Capivari. Sempre, no mês de maio, a imagem de Nossa Senhora passava de casa em casa e lá permanecia durante um mês. Todos ficávamos a admirá-la, em cima do andor azul, claro e branco, cores de Maria; enfeitado com flores miudinhas e umas pedrinhas que cintilavam à noite. Na chegada todos nos ajoelhávamos e rezávamos o Santo Rosário. A sala ficava cheia de crianças e mulheres e com poucos homens. Todo ano ela vinha e eu ficava numa euforia sem tamanho. Muitos coques e beliscões eu ganhei por que não era pra ficar bobinha ou exibida e sim, muito quieta; pois o momento era sério e de respeito; não se devia ter muita euforia, enquanto a santinha estivesse lá. Ah! Maria Santíssima; ajude-me, eu só estou feliz.

Após um mês ela iria embora para a próxima casa da vila. Nesse dia, novamente, de joelhos, toda a família e amigos vizinhos rezávamos o Rosário, mais uma vez, diante da imagem, seguidos dos cantos litúrgicos e logo após o bingo, onde as doações eram feitas pelos donos da casa. As prendas eram: bolo, cuca, etc. Outras prendas eram compradas na cooperativa: jogo de café, jarra, vaso, etc. Acompanhava, ainda, a santinha, algum dinheiro, embalado em saquinhos de pano (risos) Mas triste mesmo era a hora em que a Santinha ia embora; triste e emocionante ... até vi lágrimas nos olhos de minha mãe. Então deixei todo mundo sair e, aí, sim, eu iria chorar com gosto. Fui para meu recanto debaixo dos pés de mandioca. Chorava, berrava e me jogava no chão, (risos) para amainar a tristeza ocasionada pela partida da santinha!

Aí eu pedia:

- Não vá embora santinha, não nos deixe!

Nossa, que esvaziamento de emoções; tudo natural e intuitivo. Era tempo de natal e eu já sabia que iria ganhar uma boneca, como sempre; e era isso mesmo o que eu mais queria; mesmo porque a do ano passado não existia mais. Os brinquedos eram para brincar e brincávamos mesmo; à vontade. Não me recordo de nossa mãe brigando por causa de estragos nos brinquedos. Uma só coisa ela queria: que os guardássemos nos lugares certos. Era tempo de Natal e eu sonhava com o meu vestidinho novo, o qual eu iria usar pela primeira vez na Missa das Dez Horas. No ano anterior nossa mãe fizera vestidinhos para as bonecas, iguais aos nossos; meu e de minhas irmãs. Como seria o deste ano? Só veríamos nosso vestido no dia da \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"prova\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"!. Aí sim; eu iria descobrir qual a cor do meu vestido; a estampa. Ela costurava num quarto e dizia:

- Agora vão brincar lá fora que eu vou costurar!

Logicamente era o momento em que ela descansava costurando. Minha mãe fazia milagres com os tecidos que comprava na cooperativa. Eu pensava muito:

- Será que minha filhinha (a boneca) vai ganhar um vestidinho também? Ou será que ela vai vir sem vestidinho?

Naqueles tempos dourados as bonecas possuíam os braços e as pernas duras e vinham sem roupa (digo, as bonecas pobres e mais baratas, bem entendido (risos). Um dia espiei minha mãe \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"descansando\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" e reclamando em voz alta:

- Eu devia ter comprado mais tecido para os vestidinhos das bonecas.

Fui correndo chamar minha irmã, que foi junto comigo espiar. Chegamos à seguinte conclusão: o tecido em xadrez vermelho era o meu, pois ela - mamãe - sempre reservava as cores fortes para mim, tendo em vista que sempre fui muito branquela. O xadrez verde ou azul deveria ser para as minhas irmãs.

Chegou o dia da prova dos vestidos de Natal.

- Ei, mãe, esse vestido está com a saia muito comprida.

– Mãe, faz mais curtinho, só um pouquinho?

Ela fez que não; escutou e depois respondeu:

- Se pudesse eu faria mais comprido ...

- Mãe?

- O que é?

- Vestido assim tão comprido não é \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Maria Mijona\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"?

- O que?

- É, as meninas falam que vestido muito comprido é \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Maria Mijona\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"!

- Nada disso! Vai ficar assim e não se fala mais nisso!

Depois contarei o que aconteceu no caminho da igreja, na Missa das Dez Horas (risos).

Finalmente chegou o grande dia: o Dia de Natal. Naquela noite minha irmã veio me acordar e me chamou:

- Acorde, o Menino Jesus já veio!

Nossa; dei um pulo e fui esbarrando em tudo. Ainda estava escuro. Corremos para a copa onde estava o presépio. Meu Deus! Ali estavam as bonecas com os vestidinhos iguais aos nossos; e ainda tinha uma touca na cabeça, da mesma cor do tecido. Peguei-a no colo porque sabia que agora o xadrez vermelho era o meu, e tinha mais duas verde-claro e azul. Porém a maior surpresa foi a que cada BONECA ESTAVA DENTRO DE UM CARRINHO de BEBÊ; de vime; com quatro rodinhas e uma parte alta que fazia sombra para os bebês. Não contamos tempo: fomos para a rua, ainda no escuro, e ganhamos a estrada. Olhei para as casas: Dona Hedy; dona Rose e Dona Ane ainda dormiam; na casa do Seu Hercílio e Dona Teresa todos ainda dormiam, igualmente; Dona Neide e Seu Marinho; Dona Tica e Seu Panatto; Seu Paulo Kupka e Dona Clara; Dona Zilka e Seu Raul. Ninguém, portanto, tinha visto, ainda, nossas bonecas e nossos carrinhos. Depois de muita correria, idas e vindas, nosso pai apareceu no portão e fez sinal para que entrássemos. E nem um \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"piu\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" de nossa parte.

E ele:

- Isso é hora de sair para fora do quintal?

Parou de brigar e nem pensou em nos bater; afinal era Natal.

Chegou a hora da Missa. Nós, exultantes de alegria, com as bonecas no colo, passamos pelos atalhos que nos levariam à Igreja. E não deu outra: ouvimos lá das casinhas da vila de madeira, o seguinte:

- OOOOO Três Marias-Mijonas !!!

Foi pra matar (risos).

E agora, minha gente, a história terminou; quem quiser que conte outra porque esta já acabou ... eee... trá lá lá lá !!!...