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stitchwhichEveryone has seasonal decorations that carry a story. Our families know them - or do they? Do your friends? Share...
This very large, very old Christmas card was one of the things that Bossman and I purchased for our first Christmas together. That would be in 1976 - just outside of Berkley, Ca. As you might be able to tell by the pictures and text. (Don't worry, I'm going to transcribe the text. It may make you smile.) We were about as broke as churchmice. We were able to buy a small tree, which we decorated with paper chains and popcorn, along with figures made from pipe cleaners and scraps of cloth. We thought we were going to send this card to one of our parents but found other ones later on that were so much more appropriate that the card languished at home. Then came the week before Christmas and we started getting cards from friends and family. So I used masking tape to put the big card up on the wall and surrounded it with all the ones we were given.
I still do that. 34 years later.
The card is old and tired looking now, and every year I wonder if I ought to put it up there or chuck it into the recycling bin. Somehow, it manages to make it to the wall again. So here it is:
The text is:
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Things were real mellow... Even Irving, the mouse.
Our boots were hung up, The incense was lit,
In hope that St. Nick Would soon do his bit.
The tree was decked out; It was really a sight,
With love beads and flowers And a flashing strobe light.
Wearing my T-shirt From Woodstock Nation,
I was getting into some good meditation.
And my chick was doing some Yoga in bed,
Munching a fruit cake, While propped on her head.
Then... pow!! in the night... a hullabaloo!
It shook the waterbed and woke up Old Blue.
I stumbled around and tripped on my beard.
It stuck to my toes and felt really weird.
When I got to the window, I was really uptight,
'Cause the scene I perceived was a mind-blowing sight!
What through my shade did I see through the snow,
But eight tiny mooses and a wild U.F. O.!
With this hip dude inside, looking kinky and groovy...
I flashed... "If this ain't Nick, it must be the late movie."
They blew in from the cosmos like some far-out baoose
And this fat ca kept yelling at each midget moose.
"Right on, Dasher! On Dancer! GET IT ON...DO YOUR THING
Get your bods in high gear, now, and move this machine!"
Then onto the roof they flew with a shout,
The whole Kosmic Crew really freaked me out!
They caused such a hassle and made such a fuss,
I thought someone would call the fuzz down on us.
But before I could say, "COOL IT!...HOLD DOWN THAT LOUD JIVE,"
Nick zapped toward the chimney and leaped in with a dive!
As he trucked from the fireplace, his smile all agleam,
I thought,"IT'S UNREAL! It must be a dream!"
Then he nodded and said, "This isn't a bummer... Like,
I've come in peace, to groove my Yule Number."
His duds were all fur, trimmed in leather and such
And he came on Stone Funky... he was really too much.
His back-pack was painted with black-light festoon,
Full of albums and posters and a neon balloon.
His eyes, a light show! His beard, da-glo bright!
A plastic, fantastic, kaleidoscope sight!
He looked like a guru, this beautiful cat,
I thought, "Like wow!...This dude knows where it's at!"
"Don't want to sound heavy," He said with a grin,
"My message is simple, so dig it...tune in."
"I brought you some goodies, but that's not the thing.
My real trip is bringing good vibes to this scene."
So we rapped until dawn about Peace, Love, and Truth,
Then he said "Gotta split, now, or I'll be late in Duluth."
And he wiggled his nose and said, "I did my bit"
And straight up the smoke hole that Fat Cat did split!
As he sped from teh roof and into the air,
He shouted, "Let's get it together, all you people down there!
Merry Christmas To All! And to all a Good Night!"
And then in a flash, he streaked out of sight!!!
(REALLY OUTTA' SIGHT!)
This very large, very old Christmas card was one of the things that Bossman and I purchased for our first Christmas together. That would be in 1976 - just outside of Berkley, Ca. As you might be able to tell by the pictures and text. (Don't worry, I'm going to transcribe the text. It may make you smile.) We were about as broke as churchmice. We were able to buy a small tree, which we decorated with paper chains and popcorn, along with figures made from pipe cleaners and scraps of cloth. We thought we were going to send this card to one of our parents but found other ones later on that were so much more appropriate that the card languished at home. Then came the week before Christmas and we started getting cards from friends and family. So I used masking tape to put the big card up on the wall and surrounded it with all the ones we were given.
I still do that. 34 years later.
The card is old and tired looking now, and every year I wonder if I ought to put it up there or chuck it into the recycling bin. Somehow, it manages to make it to the wall again. So here it is:
The text is:
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Things were real mellow... Even Irving, the mouse.
Our boots were hung up, The incense was lit,
In hope that St. Nick Would soon do his bit.
The tree was decked out; It was really a sight,
With love beads and flowers And a flashing strobe light.
Wearing my T-shirt From Woodstock Nation,
I was getting into some good meditation.
And my chick was doing some Yoga in bed,
Munching a fruit cake, While propped on her head.
Then... pow!! in the night... a hullabaloo!
It shook the waterbed and woke up Old Blue.
I stumbled around and tripped on my beard.
It stuck to my toes and felt really weird.
When I got to the window, I was really uptight,
'Cause the scene I perceived was a mind-blowing sight!
What through my shade did I see through the snow,
But eight tiny mooses and a wild U.F. O.!
With this hip dude inside, looking kinky and groovy...
I flashed... "If this ain't Nick, it must be the late movie."
They blew in from the cosmos like some far-out baoose
And this fat ca kept yelling at each midget moose.
"Right on, Dasher! On Dancer! GET IT ON...DO YOUR THING
Get your bods in high gear, now, and move this machine!"
Then onto the roof they flew with a shout,
The whole Kosmic Crew really freaked me out!
They caused such a hassle and made such a fuss,
I thought someone would call the fuzz down on us.
But before I could say, "COOL IT!...HOLD DOWN THAT LOUD JIVE,"
Nick zapped toward the chimney and leaped in with a dive!
As he trucked from the fireplace, his smile all agleam,
I thought,"IT'S UNREAL! It must be a dream!"
Then he nodded and said, "This isn't a bummer... Like,
I've come in peace, to groove my Yule Number."
His duds were all fur, trimmed in leather and such
And he came on Stone Funky... he was really too much.
His back-pack was painted with black-light festoon,
Full of albums and posters and a neon balloon.
His eyes, a light show! His beard, da-glo bright!
A plastic, fantastic, kaleidoscope sight!
He looked like a guru, this beautiful cat,
I thought, "Like wow!...This dude knows where it's at!"
"Don't want to sound heavy," He said with a grin,
"My message is simple, so dig it...tune in."
"I brought you some goodies, but that's not the thing.
My real trip is bringing good vibes to this scene."
So we rapped until dawn about Peace, Love, and Truth,
Then he said "Gotta split, now, or I'll be late in Duluth."
And he wiggled his nose and said, "I did my bit"
And straight up the smoke hole that Fat Cat did split!
As he sped from teh roof and into the air,
He shouted, "Let's get it together, all you people down there!
Merry Christmas To All! And to all a Good Night!"
And then in a flash, he streaked out of sight!!!
(REALLY OUTTA' SIGHT!)
