Sunday, December 19, 2010

Santa Baby

The man in the cubicle next to me claims Jesus is his buddy and that Jesus helps him pick out what tie to wear each day and what route he should take to work. I am amazed Jesus has the time to deal with such trivial matters, but what do I know? I am not saved much less deposited. I am not even an account receivable.

He enjoys listening to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing traditional Christmas carols. In fact, he often plays them over his computer so the rest of us can, uh, enjoy them. When this happens, I feel it is only appropriate that I play some music I like so he can, well, uh, enjoy my music, too.

My favorite song to crank up is Santa Baby by Madonna.

For some reason this song drives him totally insane. I have no idea why. But if it makes him leave for a while, well, good. As soon as he steps back, I play it again. He seems to think the song is somehow offensive. I suggested he take it up with his buddy the next time they go out and have hamburgers, fries and soda.

Seriously the song was made famous in 1953 by Eartha Kitts. Looking at the promotional material for this song it must have been beyond scandalous in the early 1950s.

A lot of people believe Marilyn Monroe recorded this song. She never did.

So here's to Eartha Kitts and a truly wonderful Christmas song that captures the essence of the season. Well, okay. Maybe not completely the essence but a lot of it. Maybe that's the reason I like Thanksgiving best.

The lyrics are wonderful. I took these from

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo

Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight


Hilary said...

I can just imagine the music wars between you and your coworker. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, Russell. Enjoy the season, my friend.

Country Girl said...

I have that on a CD I made of songs I like for the holidays. Eartha Kitt's version is the best. Never saw the cover before.

* gasp *

Ha! Maybe Mr. Co-worker will get the hint and cut it out with the choir. Keep up the good work, Russell.

Maureen said...

I resolve the whole dreaded Xmas music at the store by listening to the classical station, Bach and Handel trump Alvin and the Chipmunks every time.

Jo said...

Russell, you're incorrigible -- and a hoot...!

Small City Scenes said...

I have always like anything Eartha Kitt did. I think you should maybe put up a few of these posters to scandalize your co worker. After all if he wants to act like a child well you can say--nanana you started it!! hahaha!!!
Too funny Russell--you make me laugh.

Do you teach out of a cubicle?


A Lady's Life said...

I love this song..Cheers to Eartha!