Now is the winter of our content — but not for these philosophers

When little Sigmund saw his mother kissing Santa Claus:

“I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
It surely was a dream,
I thought, brought on by curdled cream.
Now therapy is called for
Psy-cho-a-nal-y-ti-cly.

(With apologies to the Jackson Five.)