Introduction

The "Hotel Melanoma" moniker is a metaphor for living with my particular brand of cancer. Except for those lucky few of us deemed "cured", all we cancer survivors are guests of one of the many, many branded hotels in the "Hotel Carcinoma" chain. We can check out any time we like, but we can never leave. Meanwhile, let's be livin' it up; and please support cancer education, prevention, and treatment research.



Tutu Brothers

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Santa Baby

Just a few Christmas gift requests to Santa for all of my melahomies, to the tune of Eartha Kitt’s “Santa Baby”…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFMyF9fDKzE


Santa Baby, pix all stable on the CT, for me.
Need an awful good cure, Santa baby,
So hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa baby, an end to those deductibles too,
Claims through.
I'll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Think of all the sun I've missed,
Think of all the freckles that I haven't dissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
If you'll check off my Christmas list,

Santa baby, I want Oz shot,
And really that's not a lot,
Been an angel all year,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa honey, there's one thing I really do need,
Sunscreen
For a platinum shine,
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with free Rx,
Skin checks.
Shine your specs on my hide,
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Come and trim my IV tree,
With some med confections bought for zero fees,
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,

Santa baby, forgot to mention Sloan Kettering,
One thing.
I won’t need on the phone,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry, tonight.

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