Here’s a better version of the video which I put on YouTube.
This is how the song I am singing in the video on the top of the page is supposed t be sung.
I decorated the bejeezus out of my house with five laser light projectors and Santa’s red nose giraffe, Geoff (more about him later) standing out front, and then I went outside and videoed myself singing a fractured version of the Walt Kelly (see Wikipedia) Pogo classic “Deck Us All with Boston Charlie.”
It’s still dark here and I’d go outside and try to take a video singing it again with the correct lyrics, but it’s raining.
With 10 days to go before Christmas I am the only resident on my street to go bananas with outside decorations. Other residents have a wreath or small Christmas tree, and half of the 20 houses have no outside display at all.
Perhaps I did this because I am so damn pessimistic about the future of our democracy that I want to shout to my small piece of the country that I wasn’t going to let MAGA mutilate my holiday spirit.
Walt Kelly created some of my childhood comic heroes like Pogo and Meat Hamburger, “Private Eye, Ear, Nose, Throat, and Leg Man.”
Kelly didn’t publish in the usual comic book form. He had a syndicated newspaper comic strip and published 20 books. His work was more expensive than corner store comic books, and published like paperbacks:
If you can stand it, make sure you turn on the sound when you play the video on the top of the page. To say I can’t carry a tune is like saying you can’t play a violin concerto beating sticks on a garbage can cover.
This Substack features Geoff, Santa’s red nosed giraffe. He stands in front of my house as part of my holiday decorations.
You probably haven’t heard the story of Geoff (ops,see full disclosure here 1 since I just made it up. Here’s the derivation of his name:
Of course, Rudolph is Santa’s legendary heroic “one foggy night” hero. Geoff’s heroic story is yet to be told. It has many similarites to Rudolph’s.
Here’s the background:
He ended up at the North Pole a few years ago. Chalk it up to climate change how a giraffe ended up at the top of the world. Suffice to say, one, that he did, and two, that like Rudolph he had a bright, glowing, shiny red nose. This might have been the result of frostbite. Like Rudolph was at first, he was shunned by Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, and the other high flying Christmas Eve team who, sad to say, were like snobbish oligarchs.
His story, as of today untold since it is yet to happen, envisions a particularly foggy Christmas Eve when Rudolph will be feeling under the weather and some say, unappreciated, and he’ll tell Santa he couldn’t make the round the world roof-top hopping journey.
Santa will be beside himself not knowing what to do. He’ll be thinking of how many children would be disappointed when they wake up Chistmas morning and find that the milk and cookies they left for Santa were untouched and the special promised present wasn’t under the tree. Worse, he envisioned crashing into the most famous private residence of all where the world’s greatest mortal being is expected to spend Christmas. Trum aspires to be like Santa, immortal, and possibly thinks he is.
If Santa, the antithesis of a malignant narcissistt, has his way, he’ll have a large lump of coal, the ultimate fossil fuel, to deliver to Mar-a-Lago.
Geoff and Ruldolph, the most empathic of the herd, had become fast friends.
He’ll convince Santa to allow Geoff to lead the team. noting that his height would would make his bright red nose even more effective in lighting the way ahead. This is how Geoff would lead the team this Christmas Eve.
I don’t think that even if I learned the words of the song it would be any less discordant.
If the Trump Neo-Getsapo thugs are trying find me at night it will be easy. Just drive down my street. You won’t be able to miss my house. During the day they can just look for the giraffe.
Santa’s Red Nosed giraffe, like the reindeer, are fed lots of high quality grass so they will be flying high on Christmas Eve.
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