santa baby

I absolutely adore this holiday tune!
The original was recorded in 1953 by the ever fabulous Eartha Kitt.
You can listen here: Santa Baby ~ Eartha Kitt

She sings her wishlist to Santa in a playful and sexy way.
I like this combination of playful and sexy. She was a sex bomb! But she was also a down to earth kind of girl. I love that about her. I love that about myself. I’m playful. I’m sexy. And I’m not afraid to be either, or both.

She also asks for a sable which was much more acceptable in 1953 than in 2015, but like Eartha, I too, long for one.
She wants a ring, but not on the phone. How sassy is that?
(I don’t need a ring, Santa. YBW sorted that for me.)
I am, however a great big fan of things that come in the legendary little blue box, so if you’d like to decorate with baubles from Tiffany, I support that wholeheartedly!

In 2011 came an unlikely remake of Santa Baby. By the ever delicious Michael Buble.
Now at first, I was confused.
Then I listened.
You can listen here: Santa Baby ~ Michael Buble

The first time I listened I felt annoyed. There was a whole lot of me thinking: Lookahere, buster! Did you really need to remake this song if you were going to make all these changes?
But then I listened more and began to enjoy it.

He calls Santa: buddy, pally, dude and poppy. It’s obviously more “guy like” than calling him baby. But I think that’s a bit of the problem. It’s as though he and Santa are pals. It doesn’t seem as much singing a wishlist as much as talking with one of his buddies.
(Actually I rather enjoy when he calls Santa ‘dude’. It makes me giggle.)

Of course the things he asks for had to change, partly because he’s a guy and partly with the times. Almost sixty years later, we simply want different things. (A sable, for example, isn’t OK to want in this day and age and we all know why.)
So he asks for a Rolex instead. A fancy watch because he’s a guy. He also changes the car from a ’54 convertible to a ’65 convertible. This guy wants a muscle car not a big ol’ finned boat. Changes the color too, maybe light blue is too girlie for him? He asks for steel blue.
He wants hockey tickets and “cha-ching”. Apparently Tiffany’s isn’t up his alley, he opts for decorations from Mercedes.
But really, dude, why you gonna hang the Mercedes symbol on your tree, that’s just sad. Don’t you know all good things come in the little blue box?

So boys are weird. But this we know.
Anyway, I love his version of this song too. Not as much as the original…probably because I’m a girl. Though I am with Michael on one thing…I’d rather have a muscle car than a big ol’ finned boat. But I’d want mine BRG not steel blue. (I’m just sayin’)

Mostly what I’d like to say is this:
Thanks, Santa Baby. Because I’m getting the best pressie this year! And it’s not in a little blue box.
It’s having my whole family with me to celebrate my most favorite holiday. Two girls and three boys and a new part of my family too, one more boy.
But if you do think I’ve been an awful good girl, I’m open to a new (Tiffany) charm for my (Tiffany) bracelet…I’ll leave it up to you.

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2 thoughts on “santa baby

  1. I think I liked the Eartha Kitt version (then I am a GIRL) – except for the coke-drinking Santa.
    Thanks. I enjoyed this.

  2. Pingback: Christmas is about hope. | therobynbirdsnest

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