Anti-Trumper Fiona Apple Corrupts a Holiday Classic
What would Nat King Cole think of this debasement of his fabulous 'Christmas Song'?
Singer Fiona Apple has turned a great and beautiful Christmas song into — well, to put it politely, something very different.
Apple, a virulent anti-Trumper, recently sang to fans that President-Elect Donald J. Trump should be “roasting on an open fire.”
Famous for hit songs like “Criminal,” Apple posted a video online of her performance of this updated version of Nat King Cole’s “The Christmas Song,” to which she added her very blunt and negative feelings about Trump.
The anti-Trumper replaced the famous line, “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire” with something far more rude and crude (not suitable for repeating here). In the video quickly making its way around the internet, she also threw in such lyrics as, “You’ll cry creepy uncle every time he arrives” and “He’s got black boys in hoodies locked up on his sleigh”— all to the tune of the famous song.
In contrast, Las Vegas entertainer Dana Kamide, with good cheer and seasonal fun, says in his new spin on a different classic tune, “It’s the most wonderful time … in eight years.”
In an entertaining take on Andy Williams’ “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,” Kamide celebrates Trump’s upcoming presidency.
"It's the most wonderful time in eight years," sings Kamide in the video parody.
"Yes some kids are protesting, while Trumps fans are investing their time with good cheer," he continues in a song that calls it the "the happiest election season of all."
The song also parodies the media's attempts to paint Trump and his associates as bigots — and plays up impending tax cuts and added national jobs.
Sure, Apple's and Kamide's new renditions of Christmas classics are meant to turn heads during the holiday season and express political views.
It's also clear the culture wars between the Right and the Left aren't going away any time soon. And let's note that Apple's song insinuates Trump is a racist and implies violence for good measure — which is hardly holiday fare, and hardly appropriate for any time of year, for that matter.