All I want for Christmas is Mariah Carey. No, not the real Mariah Carey, even with all of her money and fame–or especially because of it. Not even with all her ageless natural beauty and sex appeal, or as a muse with a terrific singing voice. I want the Mariah Carey in the song All I Want For Christmas Is You.
That Mariah Carey is the woman every man recalls from his past. When she wore fuzzy sweaters it made your face ache from the unabashed intensity of your stare. Never mind sweaters–she could make a burlap bag look good, with an erotic underneath sway or subtle curve that caught your breath. Her easy smile and selfless companionship made you want to spend every minute of your time with her. Just the sound of her distinctive resonant voice could snap your head around at a distance. She’s the one woman with no hidden agendas or misplaced ambitions. Something about her was just right.
It is this Mariah Carey we want to spend Christmas with, outside in the snow or inside in front of the fireplace. We want to exchange gifts with her, laughing with joy at simple surprises and taking in the small gestures of thoughtfulness. She’s the only girl we would go caroling with and the one girl with whom a sleigh ride under warm fur blankets is an intoxicating possibility. We love the smell of her, unwashed or washed, and never tire of feeling her skin under our fingertips or pressing our face into her hair.
Sure, we love Fifth Harmony too, prancing around a Christmas tree and opening presents. And let’s not forget British prodigy Connie Talbot, all grown up and belting out Mariah’s tune while playing an electric piano in a sequined black turtleneck. And while we are at it, let us give a shout out to Ingrid Michaelson who offers her own soulful version. And heck, how about an amazing updated shortened version sung with guitar by the beautiful Jaclyn Lovey. But only Mariah Carey plays tricks with our memories. Our subconscious remembers the young waif-thin girl she was and our newest memories stores the image of the mature curvaceous woman she has become. We cross-reference her with the vivacious girls of our past and the graceful lovely women of our present, and some of the details blur.
None of this matters. I know what I want–I want the Mariah Carey in the music videos. I want all those warm moments that have been unfulfilled and all those happy moments that might yet come. I want that some of that Mariah Carey Christmas magic for myself. I want to immerse myself in it, and if I only get it one day of the year on Christmas, well, then so be it.
It is all I want on Christmas. So perhaps metaphorically, and perhaps not, if you are that woman, then all I want is you. We all do.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year to all, and may your 2019 bring all your wishes true!
Deuxième partie (2017)
Première partie (2016).