Tiny Bit of Crazy

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Holiday Memories December 16, 2010

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You know how a specific song will evoke a specific memory?

Like, Little Drummer Boy always reminds me of Christmas Eve when I was really little, because my mom would play it on the record player while my little brother and I marched up to bed to wait for Santa. 

Which is a nice, warm holiday memory.

Then there is I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause, which also evokes a specific memory from when I was around 7 or 8. It came on the radio while I was with my mom and I started singling along and then my mom said “Ugh. I hate this song.”

Me: Why?

Mom: Because, its sick.

Me: uh… whaa?

Mom: It’s about a kid spying on his parents doing grown up things.

Me: But its funny because it’s his dad and not Santa…

Mom: Maybe. Or its a special friend of mommy’s. But that doesn’t really change anything. Mom and whoever are having a little holiday fun, a little role play, and the kid’s watching. That’s sick. But not as sick as writing a song about it like its funny.

Me: uh…whaa?


I’ve thought of this conversation every time I’ve heard that song since. Every. Single. Time.

For 26+ years.


And you know what? It kinda makes the song more interesting. I see a little movie in my head while I listen. A movie that has… evolved as I’ve gotten older.


 And you know what? My mom was right. No child should witness that kind of thing.


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