The Be-Bop Santa Claus

Towards the black before Christmas, and all through the dorm, the scene was deserted, but for old pops and mom. There they set hung in their big easy chair, goof on eggnog, cherry, and bear. Sess and Lil' Junior lie snoozing in bed while visions of cat-likes dancing their heads.

their heads. Mom's jumped up and said, Pops, let's quit it to bed. We can't let Santa dig us with our eyes all red. Then out on the stoop, ooh, wee, such a clatter. Pops fled to the porthole to see what was the matter.

His heart did the jumps and he fell straight back when his glimmers fell on a red Cadillac. Stashed in front was a cat cool as any, with a red beaver hat and a red cashmere Benny.

His brown pads were suede shoes and his red tweed vine caused heavy dudes. He wore red on red shirt and a white mink tie. Some crazy rim glasses that covered one eye. Old pops peoples grew large round and white.

As he dug this crazy fist on Christmas Eve night, the cat leaped from his shirt and he laid down his sack. He began wailing like mad, the cool applejack. Then up to the rooftops, the catlight flew, and the cat in red followed on through.

Pops was wigged behind this crazy scene and before he was straight. Down came the cat, right through the chimney grave. A bag of jive he had on his back as he stood digging Pops who was blowing his day.

His eyeballs were hit by some cold black shades. When Pops dug this action, he knew this cat was made. King-sized cigarette hung from his chops as he eased up close and sounded on pops. I'm the bebop sinner from the cool North Pole and I've been down since the days of old.