All this damn songstuff makes me wonder what that holiday foliage really means to you.
“There’s a Christmas Tree in Heaven” comes out from Eddy Howard and His Orchestra (sweet) the same year as The 4 Aces (swinging). That whole sky constellation up above… it’s the same as in your living room.
There are no enemies on Loretta Allen’s “Christmas Tree.” Sweet gospel bluegrass promises the peace. Come and join, it’s God.
Brent Hardesty goes OG inclusive God with “A Monorah and a Christmas Tree.” either way it’s still the Big Guy! (Although, this particular day does seem to be a divisive point, truth to tell.)
THE GOOD OLD DAYS. WELL, I’LL TELL YA.
“An Old Fashioned Tree” makes 1950 sound like a past-it time. Gene Autry bemoans the cowboy loss of way back when, with the whole symphony and back up seniors.
Memories feature into Jeff Meegan’s jazz trio (with scat & flute) “Christmas Tree.” But jazz poetry, man… where do i start?
W.D. Hay scrapbooks out his life with “Christmas Tree Memories,” a homegrown country flashback or ten.
Telstar Ponies keep the experimental ’90s alive with “I Still Believe in Christmas Trees.” It’s a whole lot of garage noodling, but it has a maudlin message just for you… and you… and you… and YOU.
Shy nature sloshes around some indie pop with modulation for the kids to revisit their youth in “My Christmas Tree is Looking at Me.” So everybody had that same dream at eight-years-old?
Soggy kneehigh memories from Mark Elliot “When Christmas Trees were Tall.” Bluegrass by the numbers.
Home and dead parents keep coming back to haunt Sonny James (w/Carole Smith) “Where the Tree Is,” a tinkly country number written by committee. Sonny’s reaching for it, give him that.
Similarly titled, “I Still Believe in Christmas Trees” from Ray Ray is power country about the magic in boyhood innocence. Perky nostalgia.