The odd way to refer to the twenty-fifth is backwards, though: From December 26 (I’m waiting) And I’ll never stop waiting! syncopates Third Earth in “Christmas Forever,” a punk-like Brit rocker that sounds ever so downbeat about loving you.
Children with an autotune attitude and an odd approach to rap want pickles, Crocs, a parrot, and NO SOCKS for “Doodmas.” It’s all in fun, as Did Dood sign off with: our final Doodmas wish, Have a good December 26th!
To the ending! Can’t wait for the 26th To forget all about this purrs Mrs. Ghost in the rocker “No Winter Wonderland.” Not a happy time of year for this song. Maybe next year. Or just the toast to Death.
Unhappy? Lonely? Check “On Christmas Morning” chirruped by mournful Mark Radice, who plans to sleep through the 25th: I come back to life on the 26th. A pop dirge.
“Christmas Alone” seems to include you there. Hair pop from Nick Vivid promises Come the 26th, catch another and havin’ fun. Harsh sentiment for falsetto.
Acknowledging that “The World has Gone to Hell But at Least It’s Christmas” this raging British rocker from Launch Control wants their respite: If you’ve got a new crisis Talk to me about it on the 26th. Anyone for pogo-ing?