Rappers oft enjoy a wordplay, like having sexy girls interested in them for Christmas. Three hos, y’see. Like Santa’s chuckle, aight? Most of these are boys being nasty a-hole Boyz. But we’ll allow some near-mysogynistics: “Iced Out Christmas” by Dustinfool (feat. Baoii) is (practically) good clean fun.
“All The Way” dares to rap about love. But Chance the Rapper and Jeremih refrain: Hey, I got three hoes on the way (on the way) Got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh), so i dunno. Just having fun, i guess.
Snoop Dogg (ft. C.S. Armstrong & Lil Half Dead) bring us “3 Hos for the Holidays.” Swirly and twirly hijinx, Got that?
Gettin’ BLUE ALERT “Holiday Spirit (Merry Christmas)” by Ray Rav (feat. Chillin’ Chad) is still adolescent wilding rap: On my wishlist I want a banana porche, 3 hoes like I’m Santa Claus–Kiss under the missletoe. Good dirty fun.
Turns out when white people sing sprightly pop “3 Hos” is actually about Santa’s catch phrase. Kiesza & Chris Malinchak go full show tune pop. Still BLUE ALERT, though.
Nostalgia is killing Lori McKenna, stuck out of state and yearning for that family portrait she no longer has–country pop style: Three sisters in pajamas at the top of the stairs, Mom and Dad saying, y’all wait right there. “North Pole” is as far as that memory, y’all.
Evocative blues-pop from Rickie Lee Jones pictures: The streets are all empty, But for we three Queens Who follow the fire Of an old guitar That burns so bright Over the local bar. “Christmas in New Orleans” is like that.