Green Chri$tma$, 1958

When Green Chri$tma$ came out in 1958, I was about twenty years old.  I thought it was the funniest broadcast parody I ever heard.  I memorized it immediately—not much of a trick at twenty, really—and performed little impromptu snatches of it with friends and family.  It was AGAINST the commercialization of Christmas.  Can you imagine?  In 1958?
Now, in 2014, you can just google Freberg, Green Christmas and hear the whole thing and green 2if you are my age or so, you can just check off the products that are being referred to, one after the other.  What is it, for instance, that is “hot” as that kind of product “ought?”
But…of course…a lot of life has intervened between 1958 and 2014.  I still love the skit and I still remember most of it, but a couple of things have come slowly to my mind since the fifties.  One is that I have become a good deal more sensitive to the -zation suffix.  “-ize” is an action suffix; something has been done to a word that has been “-ized.”  A “personalized” birthday card, for instance, was impersonal and then you “-ized” it and now, if you did it well, it is “personal.”
It is easy and accurate to say that Christmas has been -ized and if it is an egregiously commercial “holiday” it has been commercialized.  But as a personalized birthday card was impersonal before you personalized it, Christmas was something before we commercialized it.  And before it became a celebration of the birth of the Christ (Christ-mas) it was, by various names, the Festival of Sun-return.  And some very enterprising Christian missionaries sacralized it and it became Christmas.  I’m fine with that.  I still celebrate Sun-return.  Everyone who is affected by Seasonal Affective Disorder during Portland’s relentlessly gray winters also celebrates Sun-return.  I also celebrate Christmas, mostly Advent in my case, and enjoy them both.
Green Chri$tma$ scandalized a lot of people.  It was played only twice in New York [City] by one disc jockey, and the station’s sales department threatened to have him fired if he played it again.  Robert Wood, manager of KCBS-TV in Los Angeles, told Freberg it was “sacrilegious,” which it might well have been although we would need to know Wood’s religion to be sure.
Sacrilegious?  Really?  Let’s look.

Christmas comes but once a year,
So you better cash in,
While the spirit lingers,
It’s slipping through your fingers,
Boy! Don’t you realize
Christmas can be such a
Monetary joy!

CRATCHET: Well, I guess you fellows will never change.

SCROOGE: Why should we? Christmas has two s’s in it, and they’re both dollar signs.

You really have to like Cratchet, played by long-time Freberg associate Dawes Butler. He is so sincere it almost makes your gums hurt.  And Freberg’s Scrooge is so really really awful.  It is immediately satisfying to be opposed to Scrooge.  You find yourself backing into agreement with Cratchet as you are backing away from Scrooge.  But, of course, backing into a position is not a good way to understand the position you are about to take.

Cratchet’s position is that Christmas has a meaning, a purpose.  He doesn’t say what it is, of course, and Scrooge is not denying that Christmas has a purpose.  In Scrooge’s world, the purpose is commercial; in Cratchet’s, the purpose is…well…benevolent.  Christmas means good things.  Here’s his introduction to the idea.

CRATCHET: But Mr.Scrooge…

SCROOGE: What? Who are you?

CRATCHET: Bob Cratchet, sir. I’ve got a little spice company over in East Orange, New Jersey. Do I have to tie my product in to Christmas?

SCROOGE: What do you mean?

CRATCHET: Well, I was just going to send cards out showing the three wise men following the Star of Bethlehem…

SCROOGE: I get it! And they’re bearing your spices. Now that’s perfect.

CRATCHET: No, no… no product in it. I was just going to say, “Peace on Earth… Good Will Toward Men.”

green 3I have nothing against “good will toward men.”  Toward women too, using the current notion that “men” is a necessarily gendered term.  But according to nearly all modern translations, what the angel host proclaims is “…on earth, peace for those [God] favors.”  That might not be the most culture-affirming meaning, but it is very much like Luke’s gospel.  In Luke, it is the infant child’s mother who says, “My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord…He has routed the arrogant of heart, He has pulled down princes from their thrones and raised high the lowly.  He has filled the starving with good things and sent the rich away empty.”
Unless Cratchet has a lot more stuff to him that I hear, he’s not going to be much attracted to this particular proclamation.  And the angel who gives the message before the heavenly hosts even appear isn’t all that full of “good will toward men” either.  “Look,” he says, “I bring you news of great joy, a joy to be shared with the whole people.”  It is, in other green 1words, good news for Jews.  It is good news for anyone who has been awaiting the arrival of the Jewish messiah, the one who will take “the throne of his father, David.”  But you have to notice that nearly all the people who have been waiting for the Jewish messiah are Jews.
This is not to say that there are not Jews in East Orange, New Jersey  Nor is it to say the Cratchet does not know these Jews and wish them the very best of the season.  Cratchet is a really good guy.  Not just in comparison to Scrooge.  He is a good guy.  But “peace on earth, good will to men” is not the message of the Season in any of the scriptures we have.
So Freberg winds up, very uncharacteristically, in the middle of the road. He offends the various advertising departments by being “anti-commercial.”  He asserts that “Christmas has a meaning,” but doesn’t go so far as to say what it is.  And Scrooge, although he is not a nice person, triumphs over Cratchet.  We know that because of the little choral war in the last few bars, in which “Joy to the World” alternates with “Deck the Halls with Advertising” and the last sound you hear is the ringing of the cash register drawer.
But here’s the beautiful thing about America.  Freberg satirizes two products in a very recognizable way: Coca Cola and Marlboro Cigarettes.  There are other references as well (“Ty-ne-Tim chestnuts roast hot, like a chestnut ought” for instance) but these two are blatant.  Within six moths, both companies asked Freberg to create an advertising campaign for them and Freberg actually did one for Coke.
So the commercial collegiality swallows up even a lampooning by one of the most astringent and certainly the funniest satirist of his time.  Ain’t it grand?

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Here is all you need to know to follow this blog. I am an old man and I love to think about why we say the things we do. I've taught at the elementary, secondary, collegiate, and doctoral levels. I don't think one is easier than another. They are hard in different ways. I have taught political science for a long time and have practiced politics in and around the Oregon Legislature. I don't think one is easier than another. They are hard in different ways. You'll be seeing a lot about my favorite topics here. There will be religious reflections (I'm a Christian) and political reflections (I'm a Democrat) and a good deal of whimsy. I'm a dilettante.
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4 Responses to Green Chri$tma$, 1958

  1. John Hess says:

    Um Dale. You were not 10 in 1958 — I was 16 in 1958.

  2. Doug Story says:

    Learning made fun. Says the autodidact to the dilettante. But just to nit pick, sure that cancer stick wasn’t a Winston tasting good like a cigarette should. And Freberg could work both sides of the street ’cause he jaywalked the postmodern to share the mirror of matastacizing meta ….hence Chun King…. thanks for making me sling all that… and, for real… schooling me about “…on earth, peace for those [God] favors.” I never knew that. New twist. The spirit spins.

    • hessd says:

      OK, now I had to go back over it myself, Doug. I agree that the “hot…ought” is a Winston reference. I don’t know if I never noticed that or just forgot it. Good catch! I’m curious about your reference to Freberg and the postmodern. That’s not anything I would have said about him and I wonder if you’d be willing to say more. Finally, I was surprised too that Luke’s first testament of the gospel is so restrictive. It gets a lot more inclusive before the end of Acts.

      • Doug Story says:

        Hey, as any self-respecting autodidact is apt to do, I go loudly quiet when asked to chirp on, and then quickly resort to parroting others to furthering a point that I’ve previous proffered. But since it is a silent night here in Chicago I’m feeling surprisingly comfortable in my understandings, and with some solid sipping whiskey suggesting I should share. Well, shame on me, sad for you.

        I think there is nothing more postmodern than a demanding that mass culture must be made to understand that “Just the facts, ma’am,” don’t- matter.

        The Modern Age-“enlightenment” aside, or due to, proved facts fungible. And Walter Lippman’s farm women will never have a view to verify the sure thing that move priest and political leaders to wager hearth and homestead, and often in her name.

        So a new reason season seeks to rescue Pollyanna and if you doubt Freberg’s Post-Modern Chops listen again to his “The Old Payola Roll Blues.” As discordant as he suggest that Rock And Roll be, the cacophony of jazz/swing at the end of the piece suggest “all is” auto-tuned to crass, cash, and carry…anywho..

        May I suggest the work is actually a parody of mass culture “pushback” that the middlebrow took many a bow for throughout the folic of those fifties. Which makes it a parody of a parody, which moves our man Stan from the mere postmodern to all this Meta Magic we so happily enjoy today.

        That last bit reads a bit like that Booker’s bourbon has begun to bite. So good night and Merry Christmas, you christian, democrat, dilettante, you.


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