I’m not the material girl.

That’s not what Christmas is all about.

I know that.

But let me just tell you how I feel about the holidays:

Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree
For me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a ’54 convertible too
Light blue
I’ll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Think of all the ‘fellas that I haven’t kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you’ll check off my Christmas list
Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa honey, one little thing I really need
The deed
To platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex
And checks
Sign your “x” on the line
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations brought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let’s see if you believe in me
Santa Baby, forget to mention one little thing
A ring
I don’t mean on the phone
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry… tonight

Christmas to me, in CT especially, is the 8,000 oldies stations that play carols. If you know about Dominic the Donkey, Santa Baby, and THE CHRISTMAS SHOES (I might have to explain), you really know me.


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