****Another Christmas recap rehash, this time with our beloved J-Mo.
Welcome everyone, and Merpyful RamaHannuChristmaKwanzukkah! As part of my contractual obligation with TVGasm overwhelming Christmas Spirit™ I’ve been asked to tell you a Christmas story. So here goes: A long time ago, in the dim, dead days of the 1970′s there was a “special” little boy named J-Mo who liked to dance to Donny Osmond disco records, dress his Curious George in flashy outfits and jump up and down on his bed singing “Jean Naté… Jean Naté… Jean Naté… Whee, I’m gay!”. Clearly he was sort of a ‘tard, but still a very sweet child who more than anything loved Christmas Time, and all the wonderful TV specials that came with it…
…in all their gloriously weird Rankin Bassiness…
Every year he would get that special warm feeling inside when he and his older brother M-Mo would sit down in footie pajamas in front of their hulking RCA TV set (that had no remote control at all) and watch primitive wooden figures dancing and singing songs of Secular Christmas (which was sort of a relief, they got plenty of religious preaching from those sneaky bastards over in the Charlie Brown neighborhood). The two of them would dream of a beautiful Christmas Eve in which sleigh bells tinkled in the night, one might hear prancing hooves on the rooftop, and fall asleep to the sounds of someone coming down the chimn– er, through the front door (since they had no fireplace). Most of all, they would hope against hope that this year they might not wake up on Christmas morning to the joy of 47 shiny brand new (and extremely enticing) toys… only to be immediately kidnapped and taken away to boring-ass church for the next sixteen hours. Anyhow, it’s cold outside tonight, let’s get our footie pee-jays on, try not to get cigarette burns or spill our akamaholic drinks on them, and settle in together to revisit the classic Rankin/Bass production of Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town after the jump!

…why millions of children of the 70′s grew up dyslexic…
Our story starts with the Voice Of Fred Astaire driving a North Pole Mail truck through a snowy woods. Suddenly the truck belches, farts fire and stalls, causing one of the nearby snow-covered trees to nearly bury him in a mini-avalanche. Ole Freddie the Postal Worker jumps out and immediately breaks the fourth wall, talking directly to us and telling us that he gets a lot of letters from little children with questions about Santa Claus. The camera zooms in on one of the bags of letters, and it appears that the letters themselves begin to speak in the overlapping voices of little children, asking questions about Santa, eventually rising in a maddening chorus of creepy kids repeating “Why?” over and over again…
…I suspect Freddie has neglected to order a refill on his Thorazine prescription…
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YAY! JMo, you are my recap hero, I am so, so excited to see your name linked to a recap before Christmas! Waiting until Shear Genius seems like forever!!! Okay, now to actually read it
J-Mo;
Great job on dirtying up a kiddie favorite – I LOVE IT!! You are just hysterical!
Instead of Kris, I think they should have named him Pringle Kringle, but then he’d probably have gone out and made his fortune making potato crisps instead of toys. And this story would have been way different. And probably wouldn’t have been told, ‘cuz after all, what do spuds have to to with the Sweet Baby Jesus?
Anyway, it was a very enjoyable recap of a shitty special that just don’t hold a candle to RUDOLF (ok, or Charlie Brown).
Waiting patiently for Shear Genius! More hedge-clipper haircuts!
Lots O’ Love
PS – Loved the Bukakke Christmas Angel pic at the end! So nasty, but fucking hilarious!!
I was laughing non-stop! This made my workday MUCH more bearable! Thank you!
You are a RIOT!
Happy Holidays!
Ah, J-Mo, I can’t stop laughing and I’m only on page 1 of your mega-opus here but I have to work so I’ll have to hold off til later.
But I remember well the days of no-remote-controls and being held hostage by all those insanely insipid christmas specials (all of which were created by jews, of course) each year until, between the shows and those incessant nattering carols terrorizing the radio airwaves and the supermarket aisles, all I could do was wish that their fucking santa would catch fire in their goddamn fireplaces and burn the whole fucking lot of ‘em to the ground.
But I digress…. ;-D
Oh, J-Mo, you are too much. Thank you for all the laughs this year (especially today…am I the only sucker working or what?). Hope you and yours have a great holiday. And, yes, thankfully, you are very twisted…
A recap from J-Mo… BEST.PRESENT.EVAH!
Was your non-remote TV black and white? Cuz njgasmifan’s Dad refused to buy a color set till I think the 80′s. The Yule Log was especially pitiful in b&w….
Ah, the good ol days of robotic animation,cheesey stories and Burl Ives Christmas carols at the holidays. I alternate between a tear in my eye and feeling like Itchy when I remember those days.
Bluzgirl, fear not – you are not alone today
J-Mo – truly you are my hero. Thanks for the holiday ha ha ha’s. Sending big big hugs to you, BF, M-Mo and all. xoxo
No Bluzgirl – you are not alone!
J-mo – I think we had the same childhood except I was a chubby girl & how I loved these Xmas specials!! But even then I remember hating the songs in this one – especially that Toymaker to the King crap – just awful!! I tried to watch this special as an adult a couple times & my mind just wandered after the 1st 20 minutes so thanks for sticking with the whole thing. I laughed so hard at your missing Kringles – Mingle & Single.
Oh, & btw – I LOVED my Lite Brite back in the day! I kind of wish I still had one.
Happy Holidays everyone!
Your screencap
“…and the ritual of cyclic Precious-like abuse begins…”
also made me LMAO
J-Mo, thanks for taking another childhood memory and twisting it beyond all recognition. Actually after reading this I think we should point out that Santa Claus is the only man in the world who’s work clothes are a red velvet suit, who isn’t a pimp. Which is good because if you really wanted to twist Christmas having Santa suddlenly start saying things like “get in the sled!” and “my elf better have my money.” would be way way worse then somebody who likes to dress up like Cher.
Oh and on 70 TV’s at my house not only did you have to get up to change it, but when the knob broke and you had to use needle nose pliers? Good times my friends. Merry Christmas buddy!
Oh, wow, J-Mo. I’ve always been a bit creeped out by those claymation critters, but now … I see things in a whole new and disturbing light! I’d love to see your recap of Ruddy the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Loved your screencaps, BTW. This was an absolutely perfect recap. Thank you for so many laughs this year!
@waffleboy – we used the needle nose pliers, too! Thanks for the flashback!
LMAO J-Mo!! Where were you when my brother and I were forced to watch this total shit when we were kids? I hope the cretins that came up with this kid-torturing crap went to claymation hell where they have to listen to that horrible music for all eternity. The only thing missing from your hilarious recap is my dad saying “one of you kids get up and adjust the tin foil.” Back then you had to adjust the tin foil on the antennae every time you changed the channel. LOL
Oh my god! I loved HR Pufnstuf and Sigmund as a kid!! Maybe my mom did acid when she was pregnant with me!
Thanks for a hilarious take on what has always been a weird Christmas classic (for me at least)! Maybe next year you can recap The Year Without A Santa Claus – I’d love to hear your thoughts on Heat Meiser, Snow Meiser, and their mommy issues!
Love you lots! Hope you, your BF and your bulimic cat have a wonderful holiday!
SWAK, PottyMouth
If they remade this nowadays, the stupid animals would talk, Winter Warlock would be spelled ‘Wynter’, Queenie Klink would be considered doubly ‘racist’, Tante (Aunt, BTW) Kringle would lose all her accent and become a new version – ala Betty Crocker, the plotline would be more complex than the Matrix, and the songs would still suck.
BTW, nice tie-in w/Dirty Bear – and yes! KK DOES look like DB.
I always thought it was creepy how he’d watch the little ones sleeping at night. Ew!
The real metaphor for anti-gay sentiments is Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (although still a fav of mine!). All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names, they wouldn’t play with him…even Santa hated him and wanted his “nose”/gayness covered up by Donner. But then they all LOVED him when he could do something to help them…who knew Santa was a homophobe?
Another great recap – especially the “tie in with Jesus” and all the references to our 70s childhoods! Hilarious!
…and probably turgid and throbbing as well…
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Sooooo after the fact, but I knew this would be magically delicious . . .
I, for one, was not the jaded gasmi I am today!!! I loved all these “puppet” specials, and all the xmas bukkake, I mean, bull crappy . . . I swear, I once heard the reindeers land on my roof . . . sigh . . . ya gotta wonder what happened, eh!
J-mo, HEARTS AND FLOWERS ALWAYS!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This killed me the whole read. I was dying with laughter. These old movies are my favorite at Christmas, partially because of how easy it is to let my dark and twisted mind have fun. Nicely done.
And that picture at the end nearly made me fall of my seat laughing so hard.
BWAHAHAHAHA at the Bukkake Angel. BWAHAHHAHA!!
Thanks J-Mo for a hilarious recap of this old childhood staple. I never realized how downright weird these specials were when I was a kid, but now they crack me up even before your recapping – I hope you do “The Year Without a Santa Claus” next year – the final moment when Mickey Rooney screams “I dreamed unhappy things!” is so hysterical every time.
The only really witty moment in this one though (the show, not your recap, which was witty throughout) was when the reindeer were introduced – the narrator says “and of course, the most famous reindeer of all” and we get a shot of Rudolph looking all eager for his story to be told, but then the narrator says “but that’s another story” and we leave Rudolph where he is. That is the only thing that is intentionally funny to me in the show watching it as an adult.