Fungible Convictions

The Christmas season has started off with a bang. Today Lindsay is baking cookies for a friend’s party tonight, we’re about to get our tree from the church across the street, and it turns out that Christmas came early/late, as today Lindsay found a gift I bought her last year that I had hidden on top of the washing machine—where we keep the Christmas ornaments.

But on Sirius-XM, they keep playing “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town” and I can’t get over how, if you take away the cheery music, it just sounds like the ravings of a virulent anti-communist threatening his children:

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

He’s making a list
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out Who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town. You’ve been warned.