Playboy's Christmas Cards

December, 1980

To Fidel CastroWe send you our deep consolation In time of your greatest travail. Your troops are patrolling Angola; Your foes have succumbed while in jail. Your dentists have fled to Miami; No boat owners answer the phone. According to our calculations, You're left on that island alone.To a Country-Music StarYour songs of trains and dusty plains Have filled our radios, And rent the air with wailed despair You warbled through you nose. Each good old boy finds you a joy; Your sound is down-home A...