As the
holidays approach, it becomes very clear to me the difference in how men and
women approach the holidays. A woman’s
to do list is long, complicated and distinguished. We have kids’ holiday
programs, presents to buy, a house to decorate, goodies to bake, weight to
lose, hair to dye, and dysfunctional family gatherings to attend. A man’s to do list is (wait…they have
one?) As much as I would love to morph
into a man during the holiday season, and forgo unwanted stress and chaos
brought on by the flurry of holiday shopping, Christmas music, company
Christmas parties, and such, it just won’t happen. So, I wrote you girls a little Christmas tune
set to “Santa Baby” to hum while you go a wee bit crazy this holiday season.
“Santa Baby,
slip a little wine under the tree, for me.
I’ve been
just a little crazy this year.
Santa Baby,
please hurry down the chimney tonight.
Santa baby, I’d like to be alone for a moment, or two,
Santa baby, I’d like to be alone for a moment, or two,
Somewhere
my kids and husband can’t track? Is that really too much to ask?
Santa
baby, so shinny down the chimney tonight.
Just think of all the crap
Just think of all the crap
I have
to do.
Next year I could be just as sweet,
If I could get a massage from some hot Swede.
Santa baby, I want a rockin’ bod and really that's not a lot.
'Cause, I’m sorta tired of parts that sag and drag; Santa baby,
so squeeze on down the chimney tonight.
Santa honey, there's one thing that I really do need,
a beach – with a sweet, cabana boy and an umbrella drink, Santa baby
so send me somewhere warm and sandy tonight.
Santa baby, or how ‘bout a night of netflix and ice cream?
Or even some chocolate will do, Santa cutie,
and pop on down the chimney tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some free time and extra sanity;
I think I really do believe in you,
So, let's see if you believe in me,too.
Santa baby, I forgot to mention one little thing, a brain, to remember every little thing,
Next year I could be just as sweet,
If I could get a massage from some hot Swede.
Santa baby, I want a rockin’ bod and really that's not a lot.
'Cause, I’m sorta tired of parts that sag and drag; Santa baby,
so squeeze on down the chimney tonight.
Santa honey, there's one thing that I really do need,
a beach – with a sweet, cabana boy and an umbrella drink, Santa baby
so send me somewhere warm and sandy tonight.
Santa baby, or how ‘bout a night of netflix and ice cream?
Or even some chocolate will do, Santa cutie,
and pop on down the chimney tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some free time and extra sanity;
I think I really do believe in you,
So, let's see if you believe in me,too.
Santa baby, I forgot to mention one little thing, a brain, to remember every little thing,
Santa
baby, so hurry your butt down the chimney tonight.
That’s right, I said get your fat butt down the chimney tonight.”
So, get on your fat pants, crank up
the holiday classics, pour yourself a glass of red, pink, or white and unwind
and enjoy your family and friends. And
remember girls, it’s perfectly normal to consume vast amounts caffeine and
alcohol to ring in this holiday season.
You’ve earned every sip!
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