Reindeer: ya let ’em on the roof they think it’s fandango time. I tell you.

“Keep Those Reindeer Off My Rooftops ‘Cause My Rooftop’s Getting Full of Reindeer Hoofspots” is the cutesy country cornballing from J Jonathan Wiest. Fast paced trilling, and perhaps the longest title on the blog to boot.

Jerry Riggins ups the Downtown Nashville pickin’ with “Get Your Reindeer Off My Roof.” There’s a moral to this lesson, listeners.

Dave and Jeanine also callback to Ray Stevens with the hill-arious “Get Your Reindeer Off My Roof.” Ho Ho Heehaw.

Krismas Kookies add a dollop more jug band to the grouchy dad “Get Those Reindeer Off My Roof.” It’s a barbershop quintet of fun.

Paul ‘Jamo’ Jameson has a different problem in “Reindeer on My Roof.” This Ozzie kidsong worries about the one that got left behind. What’s a child to do?

Big Earl has a more specific worry when he’s “Tired of Cleaning Reindeer Shit Off My Roof.” A lovely excuse for some capital bluegrass. Mild Blue Alert.

With apologies fro not being from a famous redneck blue-collar hick comic, an old plumber posted “Randy the Redneck Reindeer.” It’s fine banjo pickin’ and some decent farm sfx alongside a shaggy dog brutal yarn (don’t worry it ends in antler relocation protection).

Otis Gibbs knows a drop-out reindeer unlike many of the others. “Lloyd the Reindeer” parks cars, gets in fights (and loses–to Santa!), drinks. But the salty blue grass lets us know the he’s a heck of a guy. Santa even springs for a new leg for the lug.

Now, gee here is a euphemistic shortening for God. And Mommy’s little baby (that’s me) loves shortening. So let’s explore the whole one song that calls out GEE!

After accidentally hitting big with “Gee Whiz (Look at His Eyes)” in the early ’60s Carla Thomas followed through in 1963 with “Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas.” Many imitate, no one improves on it. (The Beginning of the End funk it up pretty good, though.)

So in a big swerve (imma bored) Divine Blu-Tones rally up some garage bluegrass in the divine “Cheez Whiz for Christmas.” Nothing to do with calling out, but everything to do with novelty Christmas music.

Is it that Christmas again theme again?! Botheration!

BLUE ALERT punk from Last Seen Laughing warn you won’t make it since it’s Christmas again in “The Great Christmas Plot.” Warned be ye. (If you do make it to the end of the song, it gets danceable.)

“How Can It be Christmas Again” gently folks Terry Scott Taylor. Oh he’s put out. You can bet on that.

There go the days of our lives bemoan Let’s Talk Figures in their lite rock bit o’ fun “Christmas Again Already?” The mixed media doesn’t help, guys. Sing!

When that time of year re-presents itself, some are given upside the head reminders that they got nothing compared to all others. “The Christmas Song” is a rocker of regret from Slowride–except for you, my dear.

The Sowell Family Pickers pretty up the bluegrass with “It’s Christmastime” (they mean again). Despite the todo they’re just fine with it all (I guess ‘cuz o’ God ‘n’ all) . So’s the music.

Trains, Planes, Automobiles… sometimes you don’t get home until after Xmas. Is that okay?

Aqua Teen Hunger Force stomps all over the traditional ‘Home for Christmas’ with “I’ll be Home the Day After Christmas.” Potty, pathetic parody. I’ll drink to that.

Hectic Hat swears that “After Christmas” they’ll be home with sweet emo-boy polky pop. The sirens in the background tell another story, though.

Hoping and praying, Madelynne Witt works hard at homewardness “Days After Christmas.” Missing her baby so much. Slow pop with a country influence.

The sentiment sours when that place you grew up is forever lost to you. Tennessee Twin twiddles the bluegrass into gold with “X-Mas is Past.” The blues don’t bring these proud ones down, though. Life goes on, ‘cuz–Jeezus.

Last word on warnings about how miscreance = coal for Christmas.

Smoking Popes has a maybe-it’s-about-Christmas/maybe-it’s-not pop piece entitled “Little Lump of Coal.” You may read an inconvenient truth into it as you please. I see Xmas everywhere.

More sinisterly specific, Bill Fitzsimmons realizes the consequences for shooting the wrong deer might be “A Big Lump of Coal.” Fun folk/country.

If you’re not familiar with the ‘bad tip’ protocol (wherein getting nothing is not as bad a getting a penny), there’s a song for that. That is, there’s a song (or two) explaining why coal for Christmas is a pronouncement on your maladjustment. Posted warnings include:

John Fontana drawls the blues in a frame of Mama sez for “Coal in My Stocking.” Take it to heart, young man–before Valentine’s Day.

Nolan and Jake from Canada have dropped a few songs on the ol’ Youtube as nolziz28. Of note today is their pop rap “You’re Gonna Get Coal for Christmas.” These Stranger Things runners-up get into the swing of the season, but ought to avoid close-ups. And avoid overlong comedy sketch set-ups, too. (A full minute before any singin’!!)

Haschel Cedricson employs a banjo to better effect with “He’ll Bring You Coal.” This pokey bluegrass masks bitterness with back woodsy folksiness. And that’s how you do humor.