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This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard thus far. Listen to this and tell me what you think…
My four-year-old son Donovan is enrolled in a day care three days per week, and we’ve always had nothing but fantastic things to say about the school. We love the staff, and the staff love Donovan. The tuition is great, the location is amazing, and the other families there are also great. Everything’s great…except for one thing.
We were told that Donovan’s class will be performing tomorrow night in a Christmas program held on the auditorium stage of a local middle school. His class spent more than a week practicing the words to the song. I was (and I suppose I still am) looking forward to it. I see it as one of the fringe benefits of parenting to watch your child goofing around on stage with other children.
Anyway, earlier this week, the teacher decided to burn the song on individual CDs so the kids can take them home and practice. I thought it was a great idea. So two days ago, after I picked Donovan up from the day care, the CD was waiting in his cubby. After we buckled up and pulled out of the day care’s driveway, I asked him “So what’s the name of the song?” He said, “It’s called ‘Santa Can You Hear Me?’ Can we listen to it?” I thought it was a cute title, but I’ve never heard the song before.
I popped the CD in the CD player.
This is the song that vomitted from my car speakers…….
I can’t even imgaine what it will look like tomorrow night with 15 little four-year-olds on stage singing this song asking Santa to bring them a man for Christmas. Try to imagine it. Go ahead. Can’t do it, huh? That’s because they’re friggin’ FOUR YEARS OLD, that’s why!!!
(For you older folk reading this, the letters “WTF” is cyberspeak which roughly translates to “My goodness, this situation has me utterly flabbergasted.”)
I have two issues with this situation.
Now I don’t know Britney Spears personally. I’m sure she’s a delightful young lady. If Britney Spears wants to sing a song about waking up Christmas morning to find a young strapping lad with a Christmas bow on his head, more power to her. But I’ve been screaming about the more important larger issue for years.
Bubblegum pop is lethal. Bubblegum pop (better known by its street name “BP”) is nothing more than auditory crack. And crack kills.
The thing about BP is that it is so pervasive. It gets ingested into the system quicker than heroin, and it’s more potent. It goes straight to the brain and nests there…like a parasite. A bubblegum-scented tick. As a nation, I think we’re only recently coming to terms with the mental injuries incurred by the dangerous substance that is bubblegum pop.
You decide. I know the following videos have been making their way across the internet for a couple years now, but they serve as proof of the brain damage caused by excessive hits of BP.
There is no doubt that these previously sane, upstanding citizens fell victim to the dangers of BP.
Enough ranting. I’ll write something next week to let everyone know how things went with Donovan’s Christmas program.