Adults like the bells of Christmas, too. Some make songs about their musicality. A couple of those songs aren’t very nice about life.

Sha Na Na is pretty doo top about life. “Christmas Bells” go ding ding-a-ding ding for them. Ahhh.

Willie Kalikimaka (Willie K) is pretty upbeat about his “Christmas Bells,” almost childish. But that strong Hawaiian rock beat thrashes it up pretty good. Parental supervision is advised for a good time.

Hard Call Christmas raps about times that are ‘hard as hell.’ “My Christmas Bells” recounts the probs with urban holiday celebrating. And–the bells. (Wait, is that a sex reference?!) BLUE. ALERT!

DJ Fire “Twerkith on These Bells“–which is more of a dance background than a statement. But, that statement woulda been mean. Electronica to twitch the toe.

Some can’t wait for Christmas to be done and no more.

The Universal monsters (aka Christmas Party Players) shindig to the end of joy from the Monster Christmas Mash album with “It’s Christmas or Us,” a groovy children’s party stomper that levels an ultimatum at the wee ones.

“When will Christmas be Over” is the experimental garage funkiness you cross the street to avoid, be just get your hipster on for a moment and let lunaMe lead you down the tinkly childlike road of despair and disappointment in which Xmas is better gone than had. (Special link help for those who’d like to read the lyrics or buy this diamond in the rough.)

Something gets all mixed up while hearing the Nativity story with the animals we tolerated and then 19th C wild west taming the frontier with the meat products we walked across the plains. I guess Christmas is an appropriation off the cradle of civilization and cowboys are an Americanization from Mexican vaqueros. Since we’re a country of borrowers, wrangler holiday seems red white and blue to me, too. ‘Course it might only be white suburban boys (‘A Christmas Story’) wantin’ to grow up to be froze to death. So strap on the chaps and saddle up pronto, the prairie awaits.

[But NO spoken poetry! Sorry, Baxter Black.]

Brad Stubbs honors the concept with his “Cowboy Christmas Song,” a pokey country ambler with charm and a whiff of manure.

But we’d best get ironical for a moment lest we lose sight of this site. Pokin’ fun is better than reverence any day. Any one can fall on their knees, but i prefer to pull down the pants of some officiate whilst doing so. So James H. Carter II, Mark Vignoli serenade you with “Crazy Cowboy Christmas,” an experimental cacophony of chimes and growls which might express the true spirit of the open range.

The World Wide Web is basically the world today. Can’t live without out it. It’s the door opening to the singularity. Let’s go in!

“Dot Com All Ye Faithful” is that old fashioned parody that still thinks online services are just for shopping. The Christmas Pranksters aren’t nearly as menacing with their prophecy as they think from 2009.

If it’s on the internet is it real? Time to rewrite that letter, Virginia, ‘cuz “(I’m Only an) Internet Santa” is the jazzy easy listening supposition from Cybercats. 30 year old glee club sound, so pretty chill.

Skooma Cat reveals the gloom and doom of those who celebrate “Christmas on the Internet.” Hard driving lonely guy pop. Plug in, turn on, unfocus.

Domain 7 parties out electronica-ly with “Merry Christmas, Internet.” Most all the latest fads are noted here for you to dance to: ‘they put that Rudolph on the Doodle.’ Get download, get fun-keyboard.

Let’s call the whole thing awful and celebrate Something. (Or is that what they want you to think?)

Leave it to Devo to defuse the bomb with “Merry Something to You,” an inclusive electronic welcoming mat of weirdness. Deedle deedle deet dee.