Philip Spiess
Becky: Remember that Utah is a Mormon state, and that Mormons are supposed to be teetotalers.
Now, first let me say that the version of "The Night Before Christmas" -- updated -- that you posted is infinitely better than many a parody of it I've read over the years (and I have a whole book of them).
Second, let me note that this is not the first time Santa or someone in the poem has been sick: I refer to certain lines in the original poem, such as "Away to the window I flew on a hunch / Tore open the shutter and threw up my lunch," coupled with the lines that follow shortly thereafter, "As dry heaves before the wild hurricane fly. . . ." Nor is that all: there was the time Santa slipped going down the chimney and came down with the flue, and the time he slipped on the roof-tiles and came down with the shingles.
But there are more sinister allusions couched in the poem: I refer to the fact that this old man sneaks into the house under cover of darkness, tempting the kiddies with sugarplums (and who knows what those really are?) and leaves them "presents" in their clothing! If you think this isn't dubious behavior, recall the poem's lines: "The stalking was done by the chimney with care. . . ."
On that note, I'll leave you with my favorite Christmas folklore, The Legend of the Angel On Top of the Christmas Tree [you will see that this is easily adaptable to COVID times]:
"Once upon a time, many years ago, at the North Pole the elves went on strike. They complained of cold rooms to work in, long hours of labor -- particularly at Christmas -- too many specialized tasks: carving, gluing, painting, packing, feeding reindeer, harnessing reindeer, cleaning up after reindeer, packing sleighs, etc., etc, and so on. And what were they paid? In cookies and funny little hats and boots! They'd had enough! What to do? thought Santa; with the elves on strike, I'll never be ready for Christmas Eve! Then he had an inspiration: he'd hire angels to finish the job! A great idea in theory, yet it didn't work out: angels are well-meaning creatures, but they just don't have the job skills necessary to replace elves.
"So it was suddenly Christmas Eve, and nothing was done: there were toys to be painted (and paint takes time to dry), packages to be wrapped, the sleigh to be loaded, and reindeer to be harnessed -- and Santa was tearing out his few remaining white hairs! Just then, the littlest angel of them all came in and said," Hi, Mr. Santy! Here's the tree you wanted decorated! Where do you want me to put it?" And Santa told that littlest angel just where he could put that Christmas tree -- and that is the legend of how the angel came to be on top of the Christmas tree." Isn't that a touching legend?
You all have a Merry Christmas or a Happy Chanukah, or whatever holiday you choose to celebrate at this time of year, and have a very happy -- and safe! -- New Year!
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