THE XMAS BLUES
It’s Christmas Eve down at the Cabaret.
The combo’s swinging at the Cabaret—
Some of the dancers are in disarray.
We’re waiting for Santa to come jiving by,
Jiving along as he comes juking by,
Ringing his bells and flying kind of high.
Jerry whacks the keys, George bops the vibes,
Hugh hoots his horn while George raps on the vibes
And here and there a customer imbibes
A cup of nog or a glass of scuppernong,
A mug of yuletide cheer or some scuppernong To help
him listen to the Turk’s torchsong.
The band is wailing and Santa’s overdue.
He’s sporting red, but he’ll be swinging blue.
The Sonnetarium (Via Folios)
Mar 13, 2018by Lewis Turco
