As Mrs. Claus evolves, she’s hashtagged neglected because the Saint of the house is gone for 24 hours one day of the year. (Wait, given the rotation of the earth, and the length of the solticial night… is he gone 30 hours… 36?)
Cornball country from Skip Ewing asks the patient matron not to cry with his dismissive “Mrs. Santa Claus.” Later is good enuf, y’know. [Jim Jensen makes this one more middle of the road. Adding insult to injury.] [The Oak Ridge Boys make this some big ho ho joke. Beer better be open by the time you bring it!]
Singing the blues with funky raw blues, The Eerie county Monster Hunters do not sugarcoat “Mrs. Claus’s Blues.” She’ll be alone this Christmas, tho i picture her smokin’ and drinkin’ and cheatin’ at solitaire while doin’ so.
Short Term Memory lays out the whole sordid abandonment issue with “Mrs. Claus Has the Blues for Christmas.” Sultry jazzy blues. Stranded woman ahead!