The Eroticism of the Christmas Carol by Lena Loneson
You might be reading the title of this post, scratching your head: What’s more wholesome than the silliness of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?
But if you’re huddled up near the hot skin of a sexy someone with a fire crackling and a sprig of mistletoe above you, a holiday song can be…stimulating. The spiked eggnog doesn’t hurt the mood.
Here are a few of my favourite Christmas classics:
What are you doing New Year’s Eve?
I was introduced to this 1947 song by Diana Krall’s modern recording. The singer hopes that her crush just might let her “Be the one you choose / Out of the thousand invitations you’ll receive” for a date on New Year’s Eve. There’s something hot about overcoming your fears and taking a risk. This song captures that feeling perfectly.
Baby, it’s Cold Outside
I saw married Canadian singer-songwriters Sarah Slean and Royal Wood perform this duet live, bringing home the sexual tension. Slean joked that it implies dubious consent (“Hey, what’s in this drink?”), but if you take it as plausible deniability on the woman’s part, it’s a fun duet as her date tries to convince her to stay overnight: “I ought to say no, no, sir / Mind if I move a little closer? / At least I'm gonna say that I tried / What's the sense in hurting my pride?”
Back Door Santa
Oh yes, you read that title correctly. It’s a bluesy number from 1968 in which Clarence Carter takes on the Santa role, except he’s not delivering toys to children – he’s delivering orgasms to women. With lines like “I ain’t like the Old Saint Nick / he don’t come but once a year,” Back Door Santa skips over subtle and goes for straight-out naughty. Delicious.
Santa Baby is the quintessentially suggestive Christmas carol, and Eartha Kitt’s original 1953 version is my favourite, though it’s been covered by Madonna, Miss Piggy, and Taylor Swift. The singer promises Santa she’ll be good (or does she mean bad?) if only he’ll give her a yacht and a convertible.
I’ll Be Home for Christmas
A romantic Christmas carol warms my heart as much as my libido. If I chose a Christmas carol for the heroine of my book ALPHA MOUNTIE, it would be Bing Crosby’s 1943 hit I’ll Be Home for Christmas.
My heroine is a nature girl, more experienced with shotguns and snowshoes than city lights or dance clubs. When her sister’s murdered, Noire meets werewolf RCMP officer Campbell Dawson in Toronto. Their first encounter is in the blustery autumn wind on a ferryboat, where they warm each other with hands and mouths.
Noire and Cam feel out of place in the city, so for the holidays I know they’ll be running home to the woods without stopping for a turkey dinner.
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When her sister’s body washes up on the shore in Toronto, Noire Pelletier is devastated. She’ll do whatever it takes to find her sister’s killer. Not even the gorgeous Mountie assigned to the case will distract her—for long.Amazon |Barnes & Noble
Constable Cam Dawson comes to the city seeking a serial killer, but finds a lot more—a beguiling park ranger who tastes like the wild that runs through his blood. Has he finally met the woman strong enough to embrace his lupine side?
The hunt for a killer leads Noire and Cam on a dangerous and passion-fueled journey deep into the wilderness, where they discover an evil much greater than a simple man. To make it out alive, Noire will have to trust in something stronger than vengeance—love.