Roll On: Ernest

ERNEST is High German for fierce struggle. But i don’t wanna fight about it.

“Ernestine” finds the glass ceiling pretty low. As an elf that might not be saying much, but then David Grover kidsongs the boy elves into a debilitating sickness. She stops cooking and cleaning long enough to slave away making toys and saves the day. Hooray.

I was trying to determine if “Ernie the Elf and the Special Gift Christmas Song“, was from a book, but then i didn’t care. Alyssa Long amps up the orchestra for kidsong hyperactivity.

Latin rap, “Época” trowels on suburban bummer, including how Ernie and The Brightlights are depressed that the lights never went up for the holidays. Loud.

BLUE ALERT! Rollercoaster X is even more distressed singing the pop metal “A Merry Fucking Christmas to You“. Uncle Ernie tries to co-opt the party bc he has a cool car. What a terrible time.

More tamely, Tara Thompson countrified the family chaos with “Wienerschnitzel“. Aunt Sue is drunk, Uncle Ernie lost his teeth. Going to need a big tube steak for all them. The whistling helps.

Roll On: Erik

ERIK is about as Viking as one can achieve. It means Once and Future King. Like Jesus kinda.

Mr. Eskabobai’s “Three Wisemen And A Baby!” has more to do with ’80s comedies than Nativity. But this silly rock has Eric, John, and Ryan fumbling with diapers for our amusement. So–ho.

A new trio: Stevie, Joe, and Eric kick back for a country rocker “It’s a Texas Christmas” by Demir Demirkan (ft. Lance Keltner). Traditions may be shredded.

Further trio: Eric, me, and Ernie are all having fun ‘cuz “It’s a Wonderful Life” according to Robbie Williams (feat. Poppa Pete). Now that’s swinging big band.

‘Eric and Ernie’, seems, was a sentimental BBC movie from 2011. Gets repeated regular like. Brought up again in “One and All“, a treacly easy listening bit from The-Memory.Club.

Eric and Molly are the gleeful children who answer Brooks and Dunn’s swing country wondering “Who Says There ain’t No Santa Claus?“

Aunt Kath is the drunk, Uncle Eric the unconscious in “I Hate Christmas (With the Family)” AI metal ballad baiting from Infernal Monarch. Yawn.

The stupidest elf, “Eric the Elf“, gets big band recognition via the AI of Coffee On Mars. He stinks.

Further AI rocks on “Eric the rascally Elf” by Robert Broadbent. Modest attempt.

Intentionally mishearing lyrics BLUE ALERT Diastro (Feat. Lozzi) determine “Everyone’s Gay… On Christmas“, including Eric Shepherd… and your parents.

Kidzone’s “Eric the Elf” wants to clean. Maybe for a wizard. But he IS on a shelf. Ragtime kidsong. Finally not AI (didn’t so good).

Roll On: Emmanuel

Take a God break already. EMMANUEL takes the El of God with the Emma with us. And here we all are.

Rather than being the call and response (and also with you) for the Catholics en masse, many of these songs just rename Jesus. Celebrity, yes. But it’s a humble human sound.

Among the hundreds of hymnals, let’s restrict ourselves to the novel… or awesome–that works, too.

Gordon Mote uses prog rock to list epithets of “Emmanuel“. Nice Cliff Notes.

Cara Berg of The Songwriter Initiative takes a metaphoric interp with “Emmanuel (I Call it Kindness)“. Piano lounge indie.

Brandon Heath begins with personal mundanity, but eventually launches into gospel heights with “We Need Emmanuel“. Sensing sincerity here.

A nice Bossa nova backbeat propels “Emmanuel Then, Emmanuel Now” from Jody Robichaud. Approachable.

Kathy Mattea tries for the round with “Emmanuel“. Gently down the stream. Circular worshipping.

Chenél No.1 use electric folk to express her reverence for her “Christmas Delight“. Gets one note.

Gus & Iggy stay strong on the folk retelling of “Emmanuel“. Sounds personal.

Gentle folk from Joe Frye (feat. Fiona Culley), “Emmanuel” blesses and stresses our redresses.

“His Name is Called Emmanuel” is cast explaining to the children in the musical ‘Jingle in the city’ with creaking showtune.

Dave Mantel’s rock’n’roll seems influenced with Middle Eastern instrumentation. The resulting “Emmanuel” uplifts.

Will Heikoop’s “Joy (It’s Christmas)” is indie reaching to new heights. That piano noodling will not get any parishioners onto their feet, but it’s serious.

“It’s an Alfred Kinsey Christmas” is a Coffee On Mars AI New Age production from Brent Butler about finding the little man in the boat. Praying to Emmanuel doesn’t help. Watch out for sex ed.

Roll On: Emma

I was on the verge of saying EMMA is short for something else, but it means complete. So, done.

The Emma of Father John Misty’s “Chateau Lobby #4 (In C For Two Virgins)” might not be real, nor the Satanic Christmas Eve she revels in… but this corrido anthem drops the jaws of all metaphors. So, gotta listen.

Image heavy, meaning imminent, “Emma” is a post-Xmas love ode from Mnemonic Sounds. Where pop meets indie.

Aunt Emma’s hip is just another off topic for the family ennui in “Happy New Year“, soul searching from Volker Redder.

Not so much for the Harry Potter, but Neil Cicierega has lampooned the cast for a pop holiday salute to his sister Emmy. Thus, “Emmy’s Christmas Gift“. Ta da.

Revival gospel blues handed down from AI, “Cousin Emmy Lou’s Perfect Christmas Dinner” Wass brought to us by DJ Zbornaak (Matthew Couk). Hands get clapped. Have mercy. Please.

Johnny and Emma are the children who matter while Jerovia wrestles with her adulthood, which means “Maybe Christmas Isn’t for Me“. But in the jazziest fashion, she squares the circle from Peanuts. Which i guess means she can drink nog.

Roll On: Emily

Well, i goofed up on this one. EMILY is the same as Amelia–which I had connected to Amy. Both Latinates, but the latter is love and our current focus is energy. Those are not the same apparently. (And one was my gramma the other my college girlfriend–there’s a difference!)

Cracker’s “Merry Christmas Emily” is a slow burn rockabilly cousin i happen to be quite fond of.

Bombastic indie with psychedelic feels, “For the Lulls” by Merry Christmas (sorry to say that is the attributed band name) mixes me up. Stuart? WTF?

The “Emily Who Christmas” is celebrated by Emily Who. Kidsong.

Two-timing Justin Rutledge begins the country indie “The Suffering of Pepe O’Malley [Pt. Iii]” to Dear Madeleine (who will stand him up in London), but it’s Dear Emily he admits he won’t see for Christmas. Catchy.

Also too poetic by half, Baseball Gregg details his “Decade Ender“. He wants to cum under the table to his spiritual Emily, but worries this song is plagiarism. Who said creativity is dead?

In “Emily’s Song” a little girl is desperate for Santa/Jesus to help her in her abusive, broken home. Dad finds the letter and Presto, a new man. Country fun.

“All I Want For Christmas” for Naser Al Azzeh is loads of goods and Emily Ratajkowski. Parody complete.

Emily’s car broke down and Midnight Friday can’t find her AND “It’s the Mf Holidays“. Metal rock with a lyric harmony. They’re gonna have a Christmas.

Cold Callers Comedy calls “Thank God For Christmas” despite all the hardship. Poor, cold, and Emily is missing him, so he sings the somber pop.

Troubled girlfriend, “Amelia (A Christmas Carol)” is called out by Jimmy Kelly with compelling yet corny country pop. Steer clear.

“My English Friend” is Amelia. Well, it is for T-Girl Angel. This bluegrass ballad covers ups, downs, and Christmas. It’s a whole autobiography.

“Troubled girlfriend, “Amelia (A Christmas Carol)” is called out by Jimmy Kelly with compelling yet corny country pop. Steer clear.

Roll On: Emery

Not familiar with Amery, but EMERY or Emory or Emerson are names for a Big Kahuna leader type. Like a lot of other German names.

“Emory” from Brad Miles is a bit of a bummer of an indie for Xmas. This little boy’s vision of the Messiah wants to be Old Testament to serve vengeance against his domestic abusers. The Jay-by of forgiveness isn’t enough for him. Damned folk, son.

In “Wrapping Paper Wars” John’s gifts might be perfect, Aunt Jenny’s crummy DIY, but Emery gets S&M for his offerings. AI boogie rock from The Mark Kraver Project. Uh huh.

Arseblog and Gunnerblog spoof Slade with the football coach takedown “Emery Christmas Everybody!” Granted, this is way inside a joke, and Unaii Emery the manager of Premier League club Aston Villa doesn’t have the First Name we’re looking for. But… bit o’ a larf, innit?

Roll On: Elvis

In Norse mythology, Alviss was a wise dwarf. So ELVIS is like the magi, but not so much the Dinklage.

Naw naw, this isn’t about The King. But, can’t escape ‘im. No actual Presleys appear in the dawdling rockabilly “The Elf That Sings Like Elvis“, but John Keeton likes to sling nicknames. Acceptable.

Of course AI has to join in. “Elvis the Elf” checks the boxes of country and allusion. TW3 Music Factory (jamie wilson) is to blame.

Actual people, The Strawberry Traffic Jam, back up the rockabilly bus to “Elvis the Elf“. But no new ideas occur.

Similarly, “Elvie the Elf” is sung by ALLIE JO THOMAS with country swing. But–get this–he saves Christmas. Giggle along.

Trying for an actual Elvis James Leo Oliver hurts his rockabilly with “Elvis the Christmas Elf“. Awkward.

“Little Elvis, King of the Elves” by Tom Mason is more remarkably homage to himself. Far as it goes, rockabilly/boogie woogie fun.

Roll On: Eloise

From the French Heloise, which is from the Greek Helios, ELOISE means sunshine, baby.

The dog whistle here is the ’50s spoiled brat kid growing up in Manhattan apartments. While Disney dumped a talentless holiday take on her, no songs were about her. However, Sharpe Made Music, Kaitlin Sharpe double the pop with “Best Friend Christmas“. The friends dream of a New York City Xmas, so just call us Eloise, they chortle. Huh.