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Okay. So this one isn't so subtly disturbing. It's just flat-out disturbing. I grew up listening to the Eartha Kitt version and while I love Eartha Kitt I hated this song almost as much as I hated "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" because, seriously, stop trying to make holiday songs up out of role-play involving father's wearing detachable beards and stomach-padding. No one should ever have to think about that. Also, don't whore yourself for Santa, people. It's not worth it. Especially not for a fur coat. Have some pride.