Yes Tom, at one time or another most of us have heard that line and pondered the image of a Christmas tree covered in hanging gifts, seemingly making a mockery of gravity itself. I mean the song IS nearly eighty years old and all. The main difference of course, being that generally speaking, most of us stopped pondering that particular question when we were seven or eight years old. But I digress and besides, it’s Christmas time.
Coming for Xmas 2019: Funky introduces his special “Christ Child” pizza, featuring three kinds of “tender and mild” toppings.
Son of Stuck Funky 
The worst part of this is that I’m sure Batiuk really felt like he was putting Bing Crosby in place with this strip, and ran the bases in his mind yet again.
Wasn’t there a joke about this same song lyric just a few days ago?
Yes. The Sunday strip for December 9, like this one, illustrated by Ayers.
Yep, and CBH gave a nicely researched answer as to why it made sense when the song was written. Proving once again that TB’s Kryptonite is research.
“Ehhh…research? That would cut into my comic-book reading time.”
Which Winkerbean has dementia again?
The Creator…Tom Batiuk.
Sitting Funky down and explaining to him “That was when presents were a lot smaller, stupid” would get exactly nowhere owing to his being a lead-poisoned idiot.
That’s it. “Take it up with Bing Crosby.” She wants Funky dead.
She should have said “Take it up with Kim Gannon” since he was the lyricist. But why let accuracy stand in the way of lame joke,
Crankshaft: I bet Tom hands out copies oh his book as Christmas gifts too.
Ohhh…how thoughtful, Tom! [Throws in trash can as soon as Barium leaves]
Damn you, autocorrect!
In your case auto correct made it funnier. I’m thinking Barium enema.
My eight year old daughter just read today’s Funky Winkerbean over my shoulder. It’s one of the few times that she hasn’t shown sustained interest in something I’m reading on my computer. I asked her if she thought it was funny. She said no and then, coincidentally I’m sure, walked off to go potty.