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			The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus by Ogden Nash  
 In Baltimore there lived a boy,
 He wasn't  anybody's  joy.
 Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
 His character was full of flaws.
 In school he never led his classes,
 He hid old ladies'   reading  glasses,
 His mouth was open when he chewed,
 And elbows to the table glued.
 
 He stole the milk of hungry kittens,
 And walked through doors marked ' No Admittance'  .
 He said he acted thus because
 There wasn't  any Santa Claus.
 Another trick that tickled Jabez
 Was crying ' Boo!'   at little babies.
 He brushed his teeth, they said in town,
 Sideways instead of up and down.
 
 Yet people pardoned  every sin,
 And viewed his antics with a grin,
 Till they were told by Jabez Dawes, 'There isn't  any Santa Claus!'   Deploring how he did behave,
 His parents swiftly sought their grave.
 They  hurried through the portals pearly,
 And Jabez left the funeral early.
 
 Like whooping cough, from child to child,
 He sped to spread the rumor wild: 'Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes
 There isn't  any  Santa Claus!'   Slunk like a weasel or a marten
 Through nursery and kindergarten,
 Whispering low to every tot, 'There isn't  any, no there's  not!'
 
 The children wept all Christmas Eve
 And Jabez  chortled up his sleeve.
 No infant dared to hang up his stocking
 For fear of Jabez'   ribald mocking.
 He sprawled on his untidy bed,
 Fresh malice dancing in his head,
 When presently with scalp  a-tingling,
 Jabez heard a distant jingling;
 He heard the crunch of sleigh and hoof
 Crisply alighting on the roof.
 
 What good to rise and bar the door?
 A shower of soot was on the floor.
 What  was beheld by Jabez Dawes?
 The fireplace full of Santa Claus!
 Then Jabez fell upon his knees
 With cries of ' Don't , 'and ' Pretty please.'   He howled, 'I don't  know where you read it,
 But anyhow, I  never said it!'
 
 'Jabez, 'replied the angry saint, 'It isn't  I, it's  you that ain't .
 Although there is a Santa Claus,
 There isn't  any Jabez Dawes!'   Said Jabez with impudent vim, 'Oh, yes there  is; and I am him!
 Your magic don't  scare me, it doesn't ' And suddenly he found he wasn't!
 
 From grimy feet to grimy locks,
 Jabez became a Jack-in-the-box,
 An ugly toy with springs unsprung,
 Forever sticking out his tongue.
 The neighbors heard his mournful squeal;
 They searched for him, but not with zeal.
 No trace was found of Jabez Dawes,
 Which led to thunderous applause,
 And people  drank a loving cup
 And went and hung their stockings up.
 
 All you who sneer at Santa Claus,
 Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes,
 The saucy boy who mocked the saint.
 Donner and Blitzen licked off his  paint.
 
 Alternative Ending to Santa Claus by Ogden Nash
 
 ......After
 And went and hung their stockings up.
 
 All you who sneer at Santa Claus, beware the fate of Jabez Dawes,
 The  saucy boy who told the saint off; the child who got him, licked his paint off.
 
				 Last edited by Matchlock; 22nd December 2014 at 04:53 PM.
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