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War on Christmas Past
Fondly remembered from 1976. We had a copy of this one in our comics collection. I still remember the lyrics to about half the songs and think about them every year at this time. This is the illustration from my favorite, but you can see all of them here.
Mad magazine was waging War on Christmas a full two decades before Bill O’Reilly was a glint in Rupert Murdoch’s eye.
And yet, like the Grinch, they weren’t able to stop Christmas at all. Probably because the urge to spend irresponsibly is about the only thing left these days that binds all of us together as ‘Murkins.
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War on Christmas
3 weird sisters 
I remember one from the ’60s entitled “Sodden Clods Are Coming To Town,” which covered the same territory. (Or not. Possibly just about drunks, not drunk driving.) Better/peppier music, though I don’t remember any lyrics beyond thee title. (Say! Google is my friend.)
Here:
“Sodden Clods Are Comin’ to Town”
(by Phil Hahn)
You better watch out
You better not try,
Trav’ling about
I’m telling you why
Sodden clods are coming to town.
They’re wrecking the bars
They’re starting street fights.
They’re having one of
Their naughtiest nights,
Sodden clods are coming to town.
Blithe New Years’s drivers, pickled
In alcoholic brine
Will gaily bounce off walls and trees
To the strains of “Auld Lang Syne”,
So,
You better stay home
And drink your own rye.
You’re crazy to roam
It’s obvious why,
Sodden clods are coming to town.
from the Oct. 1960 edition of Mad
Dood you are older than us. The 3 Sisters were born in 1963. Guess I’m the oldest, in April, then Lyta in May and Jaffner in July.
10 yrs., baby! And still kickin’!
Remember Walt Kelly and ‘Pogo’? Here are all six verses to ‘Deck Us All With Boston Charlie’:
Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., an’ Kalamazoo!
Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower alley-garoo!
Don’t we know archaic barrel
Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou?
Trolley Molly don’t love Harold,
Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!
Bark us all bow-wows of folly,
Polly wolly cracker ‘n’ too-da-loo!
Donkey Bonny brays a carol,
Antelope Cantaloupe, ‘lope with you!
Hunky Dory’s pop is lolly gaggin’ on the wagon,
Willy, folly go through!
Chollie’s collie barks at Barrow,
Harum scarum five alarm bung-a-loo!
Dunk us all in bowls of barley,
Hinky dinky dink an’ polly voo!
Chilly Filly’s name is Chollie,
Chollie Filly’s jolly chilly view halloo!
Bark us all bow-wows of folly,
Double-bubble, toyland trouble! Woof, woof, woof!
Tizzy seas on melon collie!
Dibble-dabble, scribble-scrabble! Goof, goof, goof!
This afternoon, Jaffner, I bought a Mad Magazine for Tom’s stocking. It has something about Man Boobs on the cover. The bag boy commented, and I said that if this was my favorite mag when I was a kid, I was sure Tom would enjoy it.