Apparently so. A waste of money if you ask me. If I've got a few hours to live, there's some things I'd rather smoke/eat/do/kill and shoes aren't my top priority.
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell
It's so sad because the store clerk says that the kid doesn't have enough money. So the singer of the song pays for the shoes. Obviously so Mama can go be with Jesus.
Look for this to be a two hour movie special next year on Lifetime.
If anyone ever tells you that you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.
It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously Pacing 'round like little boys do And in his hands he held a pair of shoes
His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe And when it came his time to pay I couldn't believe what I heard him say
Chorus: Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time You see she's been sick for quite a while And I know these shoes would make her smile And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight
He counted pennies for what seemed like years Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here" He searched his pockets frantically Then he turned and he looked at me He said Mama made Christmas good at our house Though most years she just did without Tell me Sir, what am I going to do, Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes
So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out I'll never forget the look on his face when he said Mama's gonna look so great
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time You see she's been sick for quite a while And I know these shoes would make her smile And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight
Bridge: I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love As he thanked me and ran out I knew that God had sent that little boy To remind me just what Christmas is all about
I understand it now. This is a po white trash family. They buy the new shoes so Mama looks good at the wake. Then they take them back for a refund (they get more because the stranger helped pay for them) and then bury Mama with the money they get back on the return. Perfect Christmas sentiment.
If anyone ever tells you that you put too much Parmesan cheese on your pasta, stop talking to them. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.
I hate the complete and total Christmas bombardment that occurs every autumn (though someday I'm sure it'll start by the Fourth of July) because it's so obviously and crassly meant to get you to buy things. Isn't it sort of a perversion of the idea of gift-giving that everyone feels they have this obligation to buy something for everyone they know come winter?
As for Christmas songs- some of them are genuinely beautiful, but the vast majority are the worst kind of treacly crap, as exemplified by that horrifying shoe song. It's when all these things stop being about the genuine sentiments of the holiday and start being about snatching your piece of the holiday money windfall that I really get pissed. And I'm Jewish.
Oh God...as much as I love Christmas music (*ducks*), there are two things that I hate about it- when stations and stores play it in freaking OCTOBER and songs like "The Christmas Shoes."
I say this is the real reason why all Christians are going to hell.
But I do love the good Christmas music...
"During this performance, please feel free to let your cell phones and pagers ring willy-nilly. However, do remember that there are heavily-armed knights on stage and you might well be dragged up and impaled."
(Pre-curtain announcement at the new Broadway musical Monty Python's Spamalot)
Toby Keith wrote a Christmas song?? What are the lyrics? "Santa's comin' to town/After killin' some towel-heads..."
"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”
~ Muhammad Ali
Interesting how "The Christmas Shoes" and "Santa Can't You Find Me" try to justify the problem of the poor/homeless/sick by using the commercial ideas of the holiday.
"During this performance, please feel free to let your cell phones and pagers ring willy-nilly. However, do remember that there are heavily-armed knights on stage and you might well be dragged up and impaled."
(Pre-curtain announcement at the new Broadway musical Monty Python's Spamalot)
That. Sounds. Like. A gem. And oh! These Christmas commercials...the Gap ad with Sarah Jessica Parker romping with the hotties isn't too bad...but do we really need ANOTHER scene with the brat leaving cookies and milk for Santa...OR an onion flower? It was annoying in the seventies with Corey Feldman as the kid, it's annoying now.
"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”
~ Muhammad Ali
Oh, the one with the hippies swaying in a Christmas tree-shaped love-in? Haven't seen it yet...but I'll wait with anticipation (Oh, wait, that was Heinz Ketchup)
"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”
~ Muhammad Ali
>>"Christmastime Is.." song from the Charlie Brown Christmas Special rivals Joni Mitchell's "The River" for sheer wrist-slitting glory
DON'T F**KING MESS WITH CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS SPECIAL, OKAY? (breaks into tears) it's my childhood... the dancing, the happiness, the angst of charlie and the pathetic tree... oh it's almost too much...
>>"Simply Having A Wonderful Christmastime" is seriously going to drive me over the edge one of these years.
insulting paul mccartney will not be getting you points, rathy dear.
Give me Bruce Springsteen's "Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town"
"During this performance, please feel free to let your cell phones and pagers ring willy-nilly. However, do remember that there are heavily-armed knights on stage and you might well be dragged up and impaled."
(Pre-curtain announcement at the new Broadway musical Monty Python's Spamalot)
But what about Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses? That's the only song that still makes me all happy every time it comes on, and I've heard them all at my job over the past 5 years. My friend, who happened to work with me 2 seasons ago, will randomly call and sing "S-a-n-t-a C-l-a-u-s, hooray for Santa Claus" because he knows it will run through my head all.day. Damn, there it goes again.
It's the crap like remaking Love Shack into Toy Sack and Purple Haze into "Scuse me, I've got gifts to buy" that especially grate my nerves.
