Playful and sexy, the lyrics of Sage pour Noël ring like a modern version of Eartha Kitt’s Santa Baby. Instead of asking Santa for a bunch of expensive things like “decorations bought at Tiffany’s” (that’s jewellery from the New York City store, dahlings) and “deeds to mines”, Sally’s asking the guy she’s with for fashion items and first-class travel, or the money to go out and buy them herself.
The more recent La Nuit de Noël is about getting busy in the attic with her significant other while a family party is going on downstairs. The contradiction of actually wanting to see family, especially during the health crisis when people could not, and hiding from them when they could finally see them, is as human as it gets. The nod to The Chordettes’ Mr. Sandman at the start is a magic beam aimed at all of us.
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