My only issue is that it is no longer 1953 and Eartha’s Christmas list is now somewhat out of date. A sable for instance remains a cosy cover-up, but the practicalities of wearing one out in central London circa 2011 must be considered. Even the warmest mink can’t shelter you from the cold wind of an animal lover’s disapproval- or a PETA activist’s paintbrush. A convertible presents a similarly ill-informed choice by modern day standards. If Eartha were to see the extortionate price of parking/ petrol/ insurance I’m sure she’d revise her choice… a Yaris or Smart car perhaps? I won’t even start on the platinum mine but I’m thinking of ‘Blood Diamond’.
With this (and my own Christmas list) in mind, I decided to revise ‘Santa Baby’. Some may say I’ve lost the tongue in cheek comedy of the song in downgrading Eartha’s hyperbolic aspirations. All I can say in my defense is that, considering my current financial situation, these gifts are no more realistic.
Santa Baby,
Santa Baby,
Just slip a bronzer under the tree
For me
Been an awful pale girl
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the high street tonight
Santa baby,
A Shu Uemura eye-shadow too
Dark blue
I'll wear it ev’ry night of the year
Santa baby,
So hurry down the high street tonight
Think of all the shopping missed
I’ve been working hard- not getting pissed
Next year I swear I’ll get a job
Can I have a lipstick in ‘throb’?
Santa Baby,
I really want a cream blusher pot
A lot
Been an angel all year
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the high street tonight
Santa Honey,
Make sure concealer is on my list
In Bisque
No other colour will do
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the high street tonight
Santa cutie,
If you’re stopping by YSL
Oh hell
Get me a touché eclat
Santa cutie,
So hurry down the high street tonight
Come and sniff my Jo Malone
Wild Bluebell is my fav’rite cologne
Failing that some Chanel will do
I’ll pick up some CK for you
Santa Baby,
If you’re passing by Benefit
A kit
For the eyes and the lips
Santa Baby,
So hurry down the high street tonight
hurry down the high street tonight!