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The Dark Reality About Xmas Music
Xmas time (i.e., any day immediately after Halloween) is when your radio is filled with wholesome, spirit-lifting tracks about loved ones, faith, along with a excess fat guy inside a pink suit. But appearances might be deceiving. We usually overlook that Frosty the Snowman melts/dies at the finish of his song. Or that Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was possibly 1 insult away from massacring his playmates. Many of the world's best-loved Christmas songs are nothing more than upsetting tales of death, helplessness, and despair. Take off your rose-colored glasses, simply because here may be the unsightly actuality of some of the favorite best christmas songs:
HAVE By yourself A MERRY Tiny Christmas (written by Hugh Martin & Ralph Blane, 1944. Performers include Judy Garland, Frank Sinatra, and James Taylor)
The original version starts out with the gut-punching opening lyric, "Have your self a merry little christmas songs It may well be your last." When Judy Garland nixed these lyrics as too depressing (the girl had instinct), the writers brightened it up a bit. Still, the final verses ("Someday soon we all is going to be together/ If the fates allow/ Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow") shows the song's harsh message: Let's enjoy this fleeting holiday while we can, since life is going to start sucking again real quickly.
SANTA BABY (written by Joan Javits & Philip Springer, 1953. Performers include Eartha Kitt, Madonna, and Kellie Pickler)
First of all, this is about the sluttiest Christmas song in existence. It's about a woman flirting with Santa Claus so he'll give her money (whether said woman is a stripper is up for interpretation)! A young attractive woman trying to woo a gross old guy for money? Sounds like this could have been written by Anna Nicole Smith circa 1994. Madonna's 1987 version is particularly disturbing, from her Betty Boop-inspired vocalization to hearing her not-so-subtly ask Santa to "come and trim my Xmas tree." I know that quote is taken out of context, but it just sounds so dirty coming from Madonna.
I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA CLAUS (written by Tommie Connor, 1952. Performers include The Ronettes, The Jackson 5, and John Mellencamp)
The premise is that a boy comes downstairs on Xmas Eve to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus, but christmas songs classic finds his mother making out with the guy in red under the mistletoe. And we are led to believe that Santa is actually the boy's father dressed up, so it's all a jolly misunderstanding when the boy goes back to bed under the impression that his mother is a whore. But nowhere within the song does it explicitly say that "Santa" is actually the narrator's father. It may be anyone really. A neighbor with a fetish for purple satin. An elderly Salvation Army volunteer. Or the real Saint Nicholas (he is real, suitable?).
And even if it was the boy's father, so what? Walking in on your parents having sex is an awful enough memory, but seeing it happen in your favourite holiday is something that could ruin your Xmas memories forever.
Frosty The Snowman