A 365 to 40 Holiday, Day 3: Put Some Records On While I Pour
For many years, I worked at the Gap during the holiday season. The in-store music, at some point, would begin to wear on you, so it's sort of amazing that I still love Christmas music as much as I do. And I have some HATED carols; this isn't one of them. I first became aware of this song from one of those Gap in-store cd's.
This song is a naughty little number. It's not necessarily a "Christmas" song, as the only reference to holidays is that fact that Mr. Lothario is trying to get our damsel to stay in his likely swanky Central Park West apartment while a blizzard rages. It's a wonderful little sing-a-long number too, and I always did, standing back there in the denim wall, folding down a store that looked like a tornado ran through it, allowing myself the delusion that I have that sultry, smooth voice, and some fabulous black number on.
A perennial holiday classic, and one of my friend MJ's favorite songs. Put some records on while I pour, hon.
Baby, It's Cold Outside - Dean Martin and Doris Day