Did you say Parody? ‘The Christmas Song’ isn’t exactly roasted by A.G. Simpson with a fine Reggae rendition “No Christmas song” (including a record skip) celebrates what you DON’T want out of the holidays.
Sometimes all we notice is what’s NOT there. It’s Christmas. There’s all the trimmin’s. But where the presents should be– well, not those.
Someone took a talented performance from Mr. Peter of a fine looking congregation somewhere and edited the bajeebers out of his “Nothing at All for Christmas” so that it becomes only a list of what you don’t get. No rhyme. No season. Just friendly gospel show tune.
I have no idea how to introduce or credit “Empty Box 4 Christmas.” This ‘Vince Coletta Project’ (wasn’t he a comic book artist?) stumble-raps a sad story about what this howler got (or didn’t) for Christmas.
De Postman jams a slasa carib with “Nothing for Me.” No questions nor angry accusations, only a big fat nada.
Does the fat man in the red suit forget? It’s his one job! How–?
‘Course Nat King Cole tugs at the overly orchestrated heart strings with “The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot” (grammar, dude). Jazz out of poverty, imagine that.
Beboop from Kidsongs isn’t all that bad. But the shameless begging in “Santa, Please Don’t Forget Me” might turn a ‘naughty’ into a ‘than guy’ (as in more this guy than that guy… you know what, nevermind; sometimes an English major does more harm than good at cobbling together jokes.)
Just as tragic, the music hall “Why Don’t Santa Claus Bring Something to Me?” from Billy Williams tries to un-Scrooge us all.
Amazing Amar carribs up the jingle with “Santa Claus You Forgot Us All.” Not so morose as it is merry.
Who’s not getting a present for Christmas? YOU’re not getting a present for Christmas! No you AREn’t! Such a BAD boy!
Slipping politics in where it’s not wanted, Tony Stills country pops the rock with “Donald Trump is Getting Nothing for Christmas.” It’s on message (and as old as 2015), so i’ll allow it.
Polkadot Cadaver also points the finger, and drops f-bombs (BLUE ALERT), with “You Don’t Deserve a Goddamn Thing for Christmas,” a fun folk fermentation that rises all the way to the top.
“Pong Ain’t Getting Naffin” is an I-message from Mr. Blood. But he’s all ’bout the 3rd person, so it still sounds testimonial. Or that’s just the riddim. He’s not sure why nothing’s his deal, though.
While we’re down in the bowels of mother earth, let’s tip a dulcimer to the men (and women) who loosen the anthracite from the veins of the planet.
AJ Lee delivers “Christmas in a Coal Mine” as a fretting little girl worried about her daddy coming home. Pretty, light folkcountry for such a terrifying topic.
A bit more Tom Waits-ish, Matt Miskie gets the gruffer POV when he makes his folk way to “Christmas at the Coal Mine.” Also sad, cuz people might die.
Adam Bolt’s “Coal for Christmas” is about the miner Daddy who brings home presents, but they’re all coal anyway, ‘cuz they’re poor. Folk but a bit more Celtic. And Daddy dies.
The Barra MacNeils thistle and stomp for “Miners’ First Noel” about the laborers who take a nearly-tragic moment to reflect on the season and celebrate. Party/prayer break!
Since Mexicans may have started this whole cowboy thing, let’s give a moment to the original cowboy observance of Christmas.
Daniel Schorr (with alternating Spanish and English) serenades us with “El Vaquero de Navidad.” I love the ho hos and the childish wonder. Welcome to the OK corrido.
Put3ska was a popular ska band in The Philippines in the ’90s. An eight-piece band that played ska with Tagalog and English lyrics, they took their name from the Tagalog slang for son of a bitch: putriska. “Birthday Holiday” is one of their hits and suggests that if it’s your birthday it already IS a holiday. So sing that to Jesus why don’t you?
Get busy extorting, or get busy doing something else. Santa seems like a primo target.
Little Johnny peps up the parang with “Santa Blackmail,” which comes across more threatening from his youthful energy. Give the Barbadian kid what he wants!
Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus is such a mighty institution that we hardly give a thought to when he was single before.
But it’s a big world, someone has gotta pen that number.
Everybody knows “Santa Needs a Mrs. Claus” honky tonks Marjorie Michelle Rose with some suggestive wahwahs and train whistles. He’s just a man.
The Di Mara Sisters give us a behind the scenes in their paisano pop “Santa’s Italian Wife.” It’s cheesy in the tastiest way.
Soca from Brindley Benjamin travelogues the Caribbean with “Santa Looking for a Wife.” And maybe you too should shop Trinidad for your next significant other.
Is there enough latitude in Paganism for wee nip of humor? Even for Midwinter celebration?
Secularitarians show a glimpse of levity in Dar Williams’s rollicking folk gathering “The Christians and the Pagans.” We CAN all just get along.
Laughing at (not with) Karina Skye misses the mark with her continual pagan updating of Xmas carols with “Jingle Spells.” She’s got faboo delivery, but the parcel’s empty.
The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society also get up in your carolophobia with “We Wish You A Scary Solstice.” Cute kid choir/creepy Cthulhu tidings.
The Motern Media Holiday Singers (aka Matt Farley) hopes we celebrate this dark dark dark dark dark dark day with his “Winter Solstice Celebration Song.” An odd number.
The jolly old world folk boys of Emerald Rose keep tongue lightly in cheek for “Santa is Pagan Too.” Irish Hee Haw.