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Should we flesh this out into a , or would you like a theatrical script treatment for a short film version?
If the original "Santa Baby" was a confident list of demands, "Christmas Maybe" is the chaotic energy of someone who forgot to RSVP to the North Pole gala but still wants the gift bag. It’s jazz-pop with a wink—a little more playful, a lot more indecisive, and perfectly suited for the modern era of "it’s complicated."
(The Unofficial Sequel to the 1953 Classic)
While the original wanted a fur and a yacht, the sequel is aiming for: A subscription that never expires. A therapist who takes his insurance. The "unsend" button for every text sent after 11 PM. A duplex in the city (with a deed that’s fully signed).
Christmas maybe?I’m feeling fifty-fifty on the "nice."Christmas maybe?Just skip the coal and bring the fancy ice.I’m not saying I’m a saint,But I’m definitely not a ghost.So put a ribbon on a Tesla,And we’ll have a holiday toast.
Think heavy upright bass, but with a lo-fi hip-hop beat underneath. It’s meant to be hummed while you’re nervously wandering the aisles of a Target on December 24th.
Should we flesh this out into a , or would you like a theatrical script treatment for a short film version?
If the original "Santa Baby" was a confident list of demands, "Christmas Maybe" is the chaotic energy of someone who forgot to RSVP to the North Pole gala but still wants the gift bag. It’s jazz-pop with a wink—a little more playful, a lot more indecisive, and perfectly suited for the modern era of "it’s complicated."
(The Unofficial Sequel to the 1953 Classic)
While the original wanted a fur and a yacht, the sequel is aiming for: A subscription that never expires. A therapist who takes his insurance. The "unsend" button for every text sent after 11 PM. A duplex in the city (with a deed that’s fully signed).
Christmas maybe?I’m feeling fifty-fifty on the "nice."Christmas maybe?Just skip the coal and bring the fancy ice.I’m not saying I’m a saint,But I’m definitely not a ghost.So put a ribbon on a Tesla,And we’ll have a holiday toast.
Think heavy upright bass, but with a lo-fi hip-hop beat underneath. It’s meant to be hummed while you’re nervously wandering the aisles of a Target on December 24th.
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