I was just starting my annual letter to Santa when I saw a commercial that threatened my entire system of belief. Santa will have to guess what I want this year because this letter felt more important:
Dear Google,
Please tell me that you really aren’t just another brand! I want to believe in the spirit of Google. I want to believe not only that you are smarter and better than those other technology companies but also that you aren’t evil.
First, let me say that, from a story perspective, I love the ads you’ve made so far. I actually use them as examples of how to do storytelling right. With ads like “Jess Time”, “Dear Sophie” and “Make it Happen”, you have played to all the key principles of effective storytelling. You’ve routinely crafted your communications around conflict, you’ve suggested meaning deeper than the surface message, and you’ve never hit me over the head with what you were trying to say. You’ve been thoughtful and engaging, and you’ve seemed to care about what everything means.
That’s why I was so shocked by the Google Chromebook Christmas commercial you aired last night. On the surface, it’s very similar to the other things you have done. It’s an upbeat and even touching montage of people opening gifts and reacting. What’s beautiful about it is that the reactions are so genuine. The unbridled excitement and glee, the occasional eyes that brim with tears—all really capture something about the true joy of giving. Part of that magic is the energetic rock and roll beat of the Christmas tune you set the commercial to, “Father Christmas”, by the Kinks.
With that, however, you shake my faith. I know that song, and it’s not about the true joy of giving. It’s a song about a department-store Santa Claus mugged by a gang of children, who tell him to give them money and save his toys for the little rich boys. The power of the song is the devastating contrast it draws between the happy excesses of Christmas and the harsh reality of poverty. It sounds great in the spot. But it doesn’t fit.
This is a classic error that brands make. They like some lyric of a song or its snappy tune, but they don’t really pay attention to what the song is saying. Or they assume I, their audience, don’t know what it means. They miss or ignore the fact that the song has the exact opposite message from the one they’re promoting. I’ve seen this done over and over—as when Target used Devo’s “It’s a Beautiful World” an ironic song about how ugly consumerism is, in an iconic design campaign. Great choice for Target!
Of course, most people never noticed the unintended irony in the Target ad. So, what’s the big deal then? “Father Christmas” wasn’t that big a hit for the Kinks when it came out in 1977. Maybe people won’t know what it’s really about. Well, maybe they wouldn’t have in the old days before you, Google, changed the way we access information. But these days (thanks to you) it’s only too easy to ask the Internet what that catchy song was on the Google ad, to google the lyrics and instantly find out what it’s really about. Again, only a few people may do it, but that’s not the point. The point is that up until now, I thought you were smarter and deeper than this kind of error, Google. I thought you cared about the deeper meaning. Up until now, I had faith that you weren’t just organizing all the scads of information floating around on the net, but that you were actually trying to make sense of it and help me understand what it all meant. Because what good is information if I don’t know what it means?
But now I’m worried. What if you don’t care? What if you’re just like any other big company? What if you are just another cold-hearted brand trying to push my emotional buttons so I’ll buy what you are selling? If that’s the case, it’s very, very scary, because I’ve been unwittingly giving you information about my emotional buttons for years now. So please, Google, say it ain’t so. Show me that you knew what you were doing and that I can still believe in the spirit of Google.
Yours hopefully,
Jimmy
And just in case you just are not as deeply devoted to the Kinks as I am, I have pasted the lyrics to “Father Christmas” below. I certainly hope Google has not shaken your faith in Christmas.
Happy Holidays,
Jim
When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and I’d be glad
But the last time I played father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said:
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys.
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don’t give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don’t give my sister a cuddly toy
We don’t want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy
Father Christmas, give us some money
Well beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job cause he needs one
He’s got lots of mouths to feed
But if you’ve got one, I’ll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin’
While you’re drinkin’ down your wine
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread, so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys