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This Week in Rockland: Newspaper Excerpts: Flashback Friday: Week of December 27

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December 25, 1869 150 YEARS AGO
Rockland County Journal

Written for the Journal
"MERRY CHRISTMAS"
BY C. GRACE QUICK

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas to all!
To the aged and the young the great and small
Unto our neighbors and the JOURNAL say,
Merry Christmas friends, we wish you today.
Holly and evergreens hang on the wall,
Twine garland of cedar through room and hall,
While standing so stately’s our Christmas tree,
Its branches borne down with fruit as you see.
All hanging so tempting, so sweet and fair,
There’s plenty for all to have a good share;
And friends don't forget mid your joy and mirth,
To thank God for sending Christmas on earth.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas to all!
In the parlor just list to the children call;
Their voices ring out with an innocent glee,
As they merrily dance round the Christmas tree.
What a scene as the elders look lovingly on:
While Florie and Susie, Charlie and Tom;
Are playing such pranks in their childish joys,
As they revel among the candies and toys.
To Florie and Susie came a doll all of wax,
While Charlie and Tom showed a horse on the track.
And Willie sat shaking he little fat fist,
With his blue eyes shining asking his mamma to list
To the merry notes of his silver rattle,
While his baby tongue tried hard to prattle;
And none felt happier or more gay
Than these dear children on Christmas day.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas to-day!
To the rich, the poor, the pious, and gay,
And as we sit to the bounties spread
Let us thank the Lord, our living Head,
And unto our father we'll meekly pray,
For His blessing on each, this Christmas day.
Our Father in heaven, unto Thee we call,
To e’er let thy blessing rest on all;
While we are listening to the Christmas chimes,
 We thank thee for sending these holiday times.
While heaven's bright arches with music ring,
We too will worship our Savior and King.
Oh! who is so kind or loving as He
Who said, "let little ones come to me."
We ask through Him Thy blessings to fall –
Give for his sake Merry Christmas to all.

December 24, 1969 50 YEARS AGO
The Journal News

A TIME FOR HOPE … AND A TIME FOR HIP
[Image: Santa Claus, clipped from The Journal News, White Plains, New York, December 24, 1969, p. 14]

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the pad
Not a hippie was swinging, not even old Dad;
The chimney was draped in that stocking routine,
In hopes that "The Fat Man" would soon make the scene.
The wee cats were laid out all cool in their beds,
While sound of Led Zeppelin wailed through their heads.
And my chick in her Castro and me on the floor,
Had just conked out cold for a 40-wink snore.

When out of left field there came on such a ribble,
I broke from my pad to see what was this dribble!
To the glass pane I cut like a B-Western movie,
Turned in on the action and, man, was it groovy!
The moon and the snow were faking together
Which made the scene rock in plastic like wither,
When, what to these peepers should come on real queer,
But a real crazy sleigh and eight swinging reindeer,

With a souped-up old driver on some frontier kick,
I was hip in a flash that it must be St. Nick,
Much faster than speed, boy this group was no drag,
And he rocked and he rolled, and he pegged them by tag:
"Like, Dasher Like, Dancer! Like, Prancer and Vixen!
Go, Comet! Go, Cupid, Go Donder and Blitzen!
Fly over the shack! Make it over the pad!
Now cut out, man! Cut out, man cut out like mad!"

And then in a flash, I dug on the roof,
The jump and the beat of each swinging hoof.
As I pulled in my noggin and turned around fast,
Down the chimney came Nick like a hot trumpet blast.
He was wrapped up to mil, man a real far-out dresser.
And his threads were like way out. He was a gasser!
A sack full of goodies hung down to his tail,
And he looked like a postman with Beatles' fan mail.

The tip of a butt he had in his choppers,
And he took a few drags like smart-aleck teenyboppers.
He had a weird face and a solid middle,
That bounced when he cracked like a gut-bucket fiddle!
He was shaking with meat, meaning he was no square,
And I flipped out-of-sight, ‘cause he was "longhair"!
And the gleam in his eye and the beat in his touch
Soon gave me the message this cat was too much.

He blew not a sound, but slipped right to his gig
And stashed all the stockings, then came on real big.
And flashing a grin like that old "Schnozz-le" bit,
And playing it hip, up the chimney he split.
He flew to his skids, to his group blew a lick,
And they cut out real cool on a wild frenzied kick.
But Heard him sound off with a razz-a-ma-tazz .......
 "A Cool Christmas to All, And, Like All of That Jazz!"

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This Week in Rockland (#FBF Flashback Friday) is prepared by Clare Sheridan on behalf of the Historical Society of Rockland County. To learn about the HSRC's mission, upcoming events or programs, visit www.RocklandHistory.org or call (845) 634-9629.

Comments:

Loved the one from 50 years ago especially. Always enjoy all of these. Sylvia Miller

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