Many Christmases ago, a couple of friends and I
lip-synced to Eartha Kitt singing “Santa Baby” at a church talent show. This
bit of innocent fun was rewarded with a typhoon of a scandal when the elders in
the audience mistook us for high-priced call girls—we were actually pretending
to be greedy little rich girls, but it’s in the mind of the beholder.
If we could stir up a bee’s nest with a silly
Christmas song, imagine the damage we could have done if we’d known about this
one! We’d have surely been labeled Satanists and immediately enrolled in
exorcism therapy.
Ter said later that we might have avoided the uproar if we had dressed as hobos. Was I sorry? Heck, no. But I lost a
lot of respect for the men who saw something that wasn’t in the sketch …
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