This my favorite bizarre Christmas novelty song. Gayla Peevey recorded it in 1953 when she was only 10 years too. Like Broadway kids, she has that weird mix of grown-up maturity and childish cutesiness that has always made me nervous. The doll-like stares of the young background actresses and the sudden edits because of damaged film do nothing to relieve the surrealism.
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