Cousin Al thinks he’s a Spanish Dancer
Stomping and olé-ing is his answer
To every tricky situation
And nothing jogs his concentration;
And then there’s Cousin Mary Jean
Her mom calls her The Teenage Queen
She’s hoping for a lot of things
More fancy than our Santa brings;
And please, Aunt Millie, do not sing
We’d rather you do anything
Than prove you are a great Soprano -
Just have another Mint Milano!
Dear Uncle Bob, though no Tycoon
Will tell another story soon
About his clever business dealing
Blind to the doldrums we are feeling;
Dad’s not a Riveter at all
He got that hat down at the mall;
He does not long to hammer and build
Or even mop up drinks he’s spilled.
Grandmother is a tad askew
She hasn’t got enough to do,
So points out everyone’s mistakes
And pokes at all the Christmas cakes.
Some Little Gentleman is Chad!
He quite delights in being bad;
So mind the turkey and the tree
Do not fall subject to his glee.
And here’s a Beatnik in the crowd
He’s bearded but not very loud
Reciting from Jack Kerouac
Hovering somewhere in the back
He might be someone’s boyfriend or
Perhaps just wandered through the door
Reciting his poem “Beat Heebie-Jeebies,”
Fresh from a run at CBGB’s.
Now that we’re all trytophan sedated
I wonder how we’re all related?
We gave them all cheap ballpoint pens.
Thank goodness they look so dazed and dense.
Hope you are all having a lovely day! My coffeecake exploded in the tube pan yesterday, it was exactly like Lucy Ricardo baking that enormous loaf of bread in “Pioneer Women.” I really ought to know better, I’ve seen that episode a few million times. But I think we managed to save it – I dumped it onto a baking tray and now it looks like a free form sort of pie thing. Edible, though. And icing is helpful – especially if you think of it as makeup for baked goods. I know I do.
The Papermate ad is from Graphic Design -TJS Labs, Life, December 14, 1959.