Jazzbo ‘Twas the night before Christmas' Mad Magazine #52 Jan 1960

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  1. olson_jr

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    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the pad,
    Not a hipster was swinging, not even old Dad;
    The chimney was hung in the stocking routine,
    In hopes that “The Fat Man” would soon make the scene;
    The moon and the snow were, like, faking together,
    Which made the scene rock in the Day People weather,
    When, what to these peepers should come on real queer,
    But a real crazy sleigh, and eight swinging reindeer,
    As sidemen in combos pick up as they stomp,
    When they swing with the beat of a Dixieland romp,
    So up to the top of my bandstand they flew,
    With the sleigh full of loot, and St. Nicholas, too.
    His lids-Man, they sizzled! His dimples were smiles!
    His cheeks were like “Dizzy’s,” his break was like “Miles!”
    His puckered-up mouth was, like, blowing flat E,
    And his chin hid behind a real crazy goatee!
    He blew not a sound, but skipped right to his gig,
    And stashed all the stockings, then came on real big,
    And flashing a sign, like that old “Schnozzle” bit,
    And playing it hip, up the chimney he split;
    And then, in a quick riff, I dug on the roof,
    The jumpin’ and jivin’ of each swinging hoof.
    As I pulled in my noggin, and turned around fast,
    Down the chimney came Nick like a hot trumpet blast.
    The tip of a butt he had snagged in his choppers,
    And he took a few drags just like all cool be-boppers;
    He had a weird face, and a solid reet middle
    That bounced when he cracked, like a gutbucket fiddle!
    He was wrapped up to kill, Man, a real kookie dresser!
    And his rags were, like, way out! Pops! He was a gasser!
    A sack full of goodies hung down to his tail,
    And he looked like a postman with “Basie’s” fan mail.
    He was shaking with meat, meaning he was no square,
    And I flipped, ‘cause I’d always thought he was “longhair!”
    But the glint in his eye and the beat in his touch
    Soon gave me the message this cat was “too much!”
    He flew to his skids, to his group blew a lick,
    And they cut out real cool, on a wild frenzied kick.
    But I heard him sound off, with a razz-a-ma-tazz:
    “A cool Christmas to all, and, like all of that jazz!”
  2. Cactus Bob

    Cactus Bob Desert Rat Subscriber

    Mad did some cool stuff, that was great! Thanks for sharing!
  3. treserious

    treserious Post Punk Junkie

    I love the mads from the 60's.
    I must have a few dozen around here someplace.
  4. Sam Cogley

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  5. ponderwilu

    ponderwilu Bond ... James Bond. Subscriber

    Alfred E. Newman .... my ol' buddy. Love it. Thanks for posting.
  6. Stephen J

    Stephen J Suum Cuique

    What ? Me worry ?
  7. ponderwilu

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  8. olson_jr

    olson_jr FREE THE GLUTENS Subscriber

    Bump for 2012....
  9. Sam Cogley

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