I’ve been trying to find a story. There’s this story I remember from when I was little. Every year, starting around Thanksgiving, the local FM stations around Chattanooga would start putting various standards into rotation.
KZ-106 would go with the “Santa Claus and His Old Lady” bit from Cheech & Chong. You know the one … Yeah, magic dust, y’know? He used ta give a little bit to da reindeer, a little bit to Santa Claus, a little bit more for Santa Claus, a little bit more … This only made sense for a station that played little more than Steve Miller, Heart and Van Halen. If you didn’t like “Barracuda,” you just didn’t listen, because that song was just around the corner.
WDEF, the source for easy, easy listening and serious news, was big on Stan Freberg’s “Christmas Dragnet.” Most folks call them green onions, but they’re really scallions. I guess it was pretty funny, particularly now that I know just who Joe Friday was/is, but to a six-year-old trying to eat your scrambled eggs and toast, it just sounded like a couple of old guys talking about relish.
But there was this other thing.
Something about a guy in a humble shack who is staying up on Christmas Eve, just waiting for Jesus to come by and visit. While he’s waiting, someone knocks on his door. He’s all excited. He rushes to the door, expecting some fellow with a brown beard and white robe, and is confronted by just some human. I forget the particulars, but this person is bad off in one way or another. They need shoes, maybe? They’re hungry? Perhaps they are simply cold. Whatever is afflicting them specifically doesn’t matter as much as his reaction. He sighs, disappointed that this poor person isn’t Jesus, but not so much that he won’t help a person in need. So he gives them shoes. Or he feeds them. Or he lets them sit by his fire. Not-so-long story short, three strangers come a-calling and none of them look a bit like a Man From Galilee. Morning comes and he just assumes that Jesus has stood him up.
Of course, as the story soon reveals, the guy in the shack hasn’t been forgotten at all. His expected visitor arrived not once, but thrice. The story is a re-packaging of the rather familiar Matthew 25:40 — “I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”
It’s a good tale and understandably popular, but I was always struck by how incredibly disappointed the guy was with each successive person in need. I know he was expecting a visit from Jesus and all, but did he have to be so begrudging of just offering a helping hand in the meantime? If you say you’re such a really big fan, wouldn’t you want to do as He would do?
I think about this story from time to time when I read the news.
Today’s Track Present: “Oh, Santa!” is a Christmas carol/story/thing sung by a cucumber. It’s built a lot like the tale I’ve mentioned, but not nearly as heavy. I mean … it is sung by a cucumber, it features a bank robber, a Viking, a taxman and some cookies. All the same, I like it. More of the same can be found on A Very Veggie Christmas
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