Presents of Mine: poor parodies

Since we cry with a smile in our tragi-country, some flat out parodies of songs mock the paupers.

The obvious choice here is ‘I’ll be Home’ shortchanged into “I’ll be Broke for Christmas.” The best of these burdensome bits is from Robert Lund. Best here means well done, not good.

I do love the ‘Summertime’ takeoff from A Stone, “I’ll Be Broke for Christmas.” This is cool, fool, and you’ll rule the yule with just a molecule of this school.

Presents of Mine: overdrawn at the snow bank

Time for attempted comedy on behalf of those without a pot to jingle in.

Voice maestro Billy West overspends for fun in his sleazy pop “I Wasn’t Broke for Christmas This Year.” Conspicuous consumption comedy.

TampaStan picks and grins some lighthearted ‘grass in “This Christmas (We’re Gonna Go for Broke).” He’s spending more than he has but it’s all for a good cause: a funny song!

Bing Bupkis and the Krenshaw Kids toil to bring you a ’70s Christmas special style musical number with “I’m Broke Again this Christmas.” Thanks anyway.

Mitch Benn goes big with “We Pretty Much Broke the Bank this Christmas.” Showstopping drollery.

3rd Alley jolly up the dire circumstances with “Broke Christmas.” Doesn’t matter if you’re naughty when you’re for naught, eh wot? Bouncy tin pan alley.

Presents of Mine: going for broke

Some extraordinary circumstances squeeze our resources when it comes to Xmas buying.

Ramon from Regular Car Reviews raps a sad set of stories about guys who have to buy a new car, therefore have no capital to gift unto family. “Broke for Christmas” is truly a one of a kind oddity.

Struggling funnyman Hadadington ukes it up with “A Broke Millennial’s Christmas.” He’s been working for free… Poor guy.

Jordan McAlinden recounts the bad gambler’s Christmas problem in “‘Tis the Season to be Broke Again.” British pop rock, which always adds a certain charm to the misery.

Presents of Mine: drastic plastic

How bad does Christmas shopping credit card debt become?

Austin Lounge Lizards have an instructional doom-tune for you: “Credit Card Xmas.” Fun country rock that teaches you like a club to the head.

Morose folk from Rich Cashman. The sorrowfulness of “Credit Card Christmas” makes you want to be under the tree.

Asa and Christy Lennon busted up their car running over deer and with sudden new bills suffer a “Credit Card Christmas” this year. Their country pop makes the best of it. But you know this is a difficult time.

Tony Coleman sings gorgeous blues for his “Credit Card Christmas.” The man is hurting from his lack of financial foresight.

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Presents of Mine: charge of the blight to fade

Singalong and bitch! Even though using too much credit for Christmas shopping is wrong, it gives us something to sing about.

Cheery retro Brit pop care of Jacky Rogue festoons “Broke for Christmas.” On your feet! Sway with lighter extended!

Bouncy punk pop from Boston… Boston, England, that is. 50 sniffs dares us to enjoy a “Credit Card Christmas” through liberal libating. (Santander, btw, is a bank over there.)

Gnarly garage rock with a Beatles-like lilt fires up The BBB’s “Credit Card Christmas.” I wanna hold your debt, yeah yeah yeah.

Presents of Mine: creditable

Parodies of carols that bemoan our overcharged state? Look no further (and hope no farther).

Almost ‘Silver Bells,’ “Credit Cards” by MSU Singers is hard satire (read not funny). “Credit Offers” by the same crew is definitely ‘Deck the Halls.’ But the talent is starting to wear thin. Then “Here Come the Creditors” shows harmony, but is it ‘Here Comes Santa Claus’? Boy, you got me. “Visa Wonderland” also fishes for source music, but it’s much more fun. “Charge All Ye Faithful” is their best on this theme. Soothing.

Debt Free Squad runs ‘Jingle Bells’ into the bank for “The Debt Christmas Song.” Amusing.

Bubba Claus comes through with “Maxin’ out Our Credit Cards Again” (‘Winter Wonderland’). Listen carefully for the ‘Slingblade’ reference.

Presents of Mine: where credit is due

All that shopping! Are there any consequences?

Doctor Kitty bemoans the bills due after “Black Friday (Credit Cards Love Christmas).” Not sure they’re serious. Maybe it’s the lugubrious folk moaning.

Bob Wire with Chip Whitson want to celebrate the buying season with a rockabilly “Credit Card Christmas.” Fun with dads!

Prog rock from Natalie Pfeiffer  seems to be some home grown talent from a decade or two ago. Still “Credit Card Christmas” has few regrets, so don’t worry, be hapless.

Just as retro comes Scottland with “Credit Card Christmas (It’s Gonna be).” This ’60s soft rocker invites us to singalong to bitch.

Presents of Mine: shopping late

It’s only too late when the fat man drops….

Keb Mo cools the yule with “Shopping on Christmas Eve,” the reverie of a mellow Motown moseyer. It’s a lifestyle.

A Cooper and D McFarland hip hop the horrible holiday hesitations of “Last Minute Shopping.” Is that a glimmer of urban hope? You fool!

Nathan Fleet will call you on this disorganized donating! He can smell “Last Minute Gifts” from under the tree and he’d rather you change your religion (or kick him underneath) than subject him to this uselessness. Comedy pop.

Presents of Mine: next to last minute shopping

What time is it? Is it too late yet?!

Angsty ukulele (yeah!) via Steven “Christmas Steve” Hardy returns to embark on the folk saga about “Christmas Eve Shoppers.” ‘Ware and heed, children, to ye elders.

Kyle Boreing slings country hash with a catchy beat. His “Gotta Find that Gift” puts the pressure on, though you may feel nothing from his mushiness.

Driving hard (but still pop) country from Bill Engvall illustrates how to sell a song. “Gift Emergency” nails the tone and samples some wit. But, it’s the Here’sYourSign guy. Warm up those eye rolls.

Presents of Mine: shopping hell

Some people really really hate the idea of Christmas Shopping.

Randy Bachman rocks cleverly the “Shop ‘Til You Drop” anthem. It’s a song, it’s a joke, it’s a soke.

Rapping old style (sounds like cassette) Beat Master Meat tongue twist their “Shop Until U Drop.” A cautionary tale.

Housewives on Prozac deliver domestic disaster with “I Broke My Arm Christmas Shopping at the Mall.” It’s exactly what you think.