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Fic: Christmas Shoes
Dec. 2nd, 2011 10:57 pmNote: The Christmas Shoes is, in my opinion, the most horrific holiday song ever. This year I got so annoyed by it that I had to write a response, which was supposed to point out the evilness of the song but instead came out much more sympathetic than I'd intended.
One time when they’d had a bit more money than usual, she’d tried to take him out for lunch, but the owner had chased them out shouting, “No shoes; no service.” So he really couldn’t be blamed, as she got sicker and sicker, for thinking that God would bar the gates to Heaven if she wasn’t gussied up all right and proper, but with the holiday crowds and all, the shopping trip took longer than he’d expected. His excited babblings about the bestest shoes ever turned into shrieks of “Mommy, Mommy” as the red shoes fell, forgotten, to the floor.
One time when they’d had a bit more money than usual, she’d tried to take him out for lunch, but the owner had chased them out shouting, “No shoes; no service.” So he really couldn’t be blamed, as she got sicker and sicker, for thinking that God would bar the gates to Heaven if she wasn’t gussied up all right and proper, but with the holiday crowds and all, the shopping trip took longer than he’d expected. His excited babblings about the bestest shoes ever turned into shrieks of “Mommy, Mommy” as the red shoes fell, forgotten, to the floor.