The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus

Updated on December 12, 2017

I like to think of Jabez Dawes

Made jack-in-the-box by Santa Claus.

The story may have sounded fun

To Ogden Nash or anyone

More keen on humour than on truth,

To rue the fate of the adventurous youth.


For how can sentimental sham

Pink as bacon, round as ham,

And fat as an elephant of Hannibal's

[Unpalatable, besides, for cannibals]

Turn into a toy which charming isn't

A boy whose behaviour was not unpleasant?


In Baltimore the story goes

They laugh at Santa Claus's nose,

As at clownish antics in the sawdust

It is Jabez then who laughs the loudest.

And Santa's nose at a game of darts

Is used as a target by men of parts.

Luminous like the woeful Dong's

It's made the butt of ribald songs.


And, furthermore, they choke with glee

At new versions of Santa's nightly spree.

They say through the chimney he portly descended

And on Jabez's fireplace flaming up ended.

[Since Old Bacon is blubber and fat,

It's nothing to be wondered at.]

It's also said that he got stuck

In the chimney to his rotten luck.


Serious folk say he's St. Nicholas;

I'm sorry, folks, this doesn't tickle us.

It's horrid to deceive a tot

With what isn't and what is NOT.

And all that fiddle about 'stockings up'

Reduces parents to paupers, pup.

So if you wish to sob or cry

You may, but do so thankfully.


Jabes Dawes today he dines

On caviare and Spanish wines

[And, of course, a slice of venison]

First having said his grace or benison.

All good children of Baltimore

Are welcome to his table, though

Vested Interests in that Myth

Stay out lisping, 'Thantha ith.'


TAN PRATONIX

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