A Fireside Christmas
For the holiday season, I thought I would change things up just a little.
Starting in 1974 Marvel Comics teamed up with Simon & Schuster and re-published some classics stories into hardback and paperback collections. These are known as Marvel Fireside Books.
They are on the short list of “trades” that stay in my personal collection. These books are extremely hard to find in high-grade.
They deserve a more in-depth article but for now, in honor of Christmas. I present to you an old poem reimaged for the comic book lover in all of us.
A Fireside Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and through my collection
No comic was stirring, I’d bagged and boarded each section
The stockings hung by the chimney were straight
With hopes St. Nick would leave a CGC 9.8
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While Origins of Marvel Comics danced in their heads
While mom in her nighty and I in my roo’s
Had just finished reading Son of Origins, Fireside book two
When out on the lawn there arose such a smash,
Bring on the Bad Guys fell from the shelf with a crash.
I grabbed my copy of Mighty Marvel Comics Strength and Fitness from the night stand
And ran to the window with my book in my hand
The moon and the snow and the ice on the brook
Gave me almost as much joy as my Superheroes Fun Book
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a fat man in red and a whole flock of deer!
I couldn’t believe what my eyes were a’seein
Like finding that copy of Superhero Women
More rapid than Silver Surfer and his Cosmic Experience
Santa yelled at the deer as if just for reference
“What Fireside books did we bring for P Newton?”
“Greatest Superhero Battles,” yelled Prancer and Vixen.
“Spidey Super Stories” said Dasher and Dancer.
“Marvel Mazes” Comet and Cupid did answer.
Donder and Blitzen focused on landing, While not spilling a sack.
I hoped they remembered the Incredible Hulk Hardback.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of books hung down from his back ,
Peeking out on the top was the ASM Hardback
His eyes–how they twinkled!, so much they might scare ya,
As he pulled out a copy of Captain America.
Carefully he crept side to side cross the floor.
And under the tree placed the The Fantastic Four.
When he pulled out Mighty Marvel Jumbo Fun Book
I could stand it no longer and moved close for a look.
I crept through the shadows. Hands close to my heart
While he pulled out Doctor Strange Master of the Mystic Arts
That’s when I got sloppy and made a mistake
I reach into his sack for just a quick peak.
He moved like a blur, spun round like a top.
Kicked me upside my head and to the floor I did drop.
And when I woke up, a few hours later
On my chest lay a copy of Mighty Marvel Team-Up Thrillers
I looked up and saw a vision of Stan Lee
Excelsior, his story, sat at the top of my tree.
Santa didn’t hold it against me, my attempt at a look.
He even left, for our dinner, a copy of Mighty Marvel Superheroes' Cookbook
Now my story is over, every word of it true
Happy Fireside Christmas, to each one of you!