Editor’s Note: Just in case your list of things to be offended about is getting a little short, here’s one to add. (Yes, this is a parody…well, sort of)
This morning, as I rummaged through the half-off tags at GoodWill, I found myself singing along to John Mellencamp’s version of “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” on the in-store radio.
The more I sang along, the more I realized that it’s a pretty disturbing song, if you really think about it. On the surface it’s a playful tune about a child spying a moment of intimacy between his mother and the bearded man. But you don’t need a PhD to be alarmed by message it’s sending to children.
What gets me is that the boy in the song thought it was funny. FUNNY!!! He wasn’t shocked or ashamed to find Mommy in the arms of someone other than his father. He simply found the whole situation humorous. This leads me to wonder just how many times the kid has walked in on his mom making out with strange men…in their home.
It’s obviously a common occurence. The poor lad’s moral compass is so broken that he thinks nothing about Mom slipping the tongue to someone other than her husband.
The fact that it’s Santa Claus clearly impresses the child. It’s like he’s saying “You Go, Mom!!!”
Maybe Santa’s real name was John and Mommy was just making some extra cash for the holidays. Maybe Santa’s her dealer…or even her pimp. We don’t know because the song doesn’t tell us.
What we can safely assume is that Mom slings it around enough that her kid, having witnessed it time and again, is completely desensitized to her actions and even finds her whorish behavior to be a little charming.
I have to give her credit for waiting until her son is supposed to be “tucked up in his bedroom fast asleep.” But STILL. It’s outrageous. Does screwing around on your husband with a fictional character somehow become morally acceptable after the kids have gone to bed?
The last line of the song goes “oh what a laugh it would have been if Daddy had only seen Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.”
Yeah, Kid, it’s always hilarious, just a huge belly laugh when men catch their wives committing adultery.
That’s the stuff cherished memories are made of. I suppose you wouldn’t be laughing if Dad had walked in with an M16 rifle. The last line of the song would have Santa returning to the North Pole in a body bag.
Or even worse yet, what if Daddy is all into that kind of thing? What if he’s turned on by catching his wife with other men? Maybe that’s what the kid thought was funny…Mommy having a threesome with Daddy and Santa Claus?
Why hasn’t Child Protective Services gotten involved? This boy should obviously be removed from the home and sent to live with a nice Quaker family.
Wake up, parents! Take a stand against the moral degradation of our country. And let’s get this song off our Christmas playlists!
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-enjoying Disney theme parks without narcotics
-playing hardball with morticians
-setting up a savings plan for your child’s psychotherapists and bail bondsmen
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Angela is also a freelance writer known to tackle the tougher topics…like why do cat food makers shape the morsels like fish or chicken? Do cats really care? Exactly how many of something is “more than you can shake a stick at?” And then there’s her ongoing paranoia that her house smells like animals and she's gone nose blind.
WordPress says that I’m supposed to tell you a few things about myself so that you’ll want to read more of my posts. Here goes.
My name is Angela Weight. I live in Midlothian, VA with my husband James, two sons, Andrew and Jack, dogs Katie and Ayla and cat, Callie. We’re new to the area…transplants from the Dublin, GA area, where I grew up. My husband has a job that pays the bills so I can sit around and obsess about cat food shapes and how my house smells. I also have this goal of seeing all 50 states by the time I’m 50. I’m 43 now and have been to 45 of them. If you have any friends or family in Vermont, Rhode Island, Oklahoma, North Dakota or Alaska who’d like us to come visit (and maybe pay for it) let me know.
My sons (ages 16 and 11) play a ridiculous amount of baseball. If I’m not at home or out buying scented wax warmer cubes, I’m probably at a baseball field somewhere in Suburbia. In fact, I have to leave now to take Jack to practice. I’ll write more later.
Oh, another thing you need to know. We’re SF Giants fans. Crazy, fanatical Giants fans. I grew up a Braves fan, but converted when I married James who grew up in the Bay Area. That’s important.
Great! Now Jack is late for practice.
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