"Sammy, Baby" Supernatural Christmas Parody

A Supernatural parody of "Santa, Baby" by Eartha Kitt I mean for reals though, look at all this space they give me to write a description. Does anyone use all this? My whole video only needs one sentence, but I guess if I wanted to I could write some whole Shakespearean-style prose review of it with all the fancy made-up words my twisted heart could possibly desire and YouTube would just be totally chill with it. Seriously. It's kind of ridiculous. I'm not going to write that kind of review because I'm not a big Shakespeare fan and only major douche canoes review their own stuff. I know a guy who does that. He sucks. I want to punch him in the throat every time I see him but I can't because supposedly I'm too mature for that (also I really don't want to go to jail for assault. Arson, maybe, but not assault). But look at how long this paragraph is already. I could go on forever. Literally, I could find the Elementary Drinking Fountain of Eternal Youth or some crap and sit here and write forever and I'm pretty sure YouTube would just go with it. Which is cool. It's swagtastic, actually, that they're so into letting me express myself, it's just that I'm not sure there's that much of myself to express. What am I saying, really? Do I have anything worth putting out into the world for millions of people to see, or am I just kidding myself into believing that my microscopic existence has an impact on the rest of this big wonderful universe? Maybe we're all just dust motes in the corner of some cosmic closet, screaming out into the void and begging somebody to answer us. And maybe that's why shows like Supernatural work so well--because we're alone. Humans are, I mean. We have each other, but there's just a few of us on this little blue dot, and we want something more. We want something sentient to answer us when we ask "Why are we like this?" We want someone to say, "Yeah, that sucks, but it's not just you. We are very different, but in this screaming, you and I are the same. It's okay to feel alone." So yeah. Apparently I do have something to say, and it's all weird philosophical nihilistic crap that makes me uncomfortable. Thank you, YouTube, for allowing me enough space in the description to let me go from being happy about posting this cute little parody I made to being frustrated about humanity's negligible influence on the course of our evolving cosmos and our own insatiable desire to somehow combat the futility of our lives by screaming until our voices are just distorted wavelengths slowly rolling off into a vast empty space millions of years after the mouths that spawned the sounds have been silenced. Great. Awesome way to start off a Monday. Thanks, YouTube. I hope you fall in a hole and die, and I hope your unjustifiably long description section follows suit. Screw you and the horse you rode in on.