This morning as I shopped, I found myself singing along to John Mellancamp’s version of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus on the department store Muzak (or whatever the heck it is these days). It’s kind of creepy listening to Johnny boy’s gravelly voice confessing voyeuristic pleasure over his mother and St. Nick. I wonder how old she is anyway. And does he often walk in on her making out with mythical child idols?
But that got me thinking. “Uh-oh, my friends are undoubtedly saying under their breath. Here comes the rant.” I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus is a pretty disgusting song, if you ask me. We all know what it’s about. A kid sneaks a peak at his mom getting hot and heavy with bearded man in red suit. But what gets me is that the kid thought it was funny. FUNNY!!! He wasn’t alarmed. He wasn’t ashamed!!! He simply found the whole situation to be humorous. This leads me to wonder just how many times the kid walks in on his mom making out with strange men in their home. It’s obviously a common place happening. He thinks nothing about Mom slipping the tongue to someone other than his father.