Our bodies make music in their own ways. So, for now, put your lips together and blow, for Christmas.
DaViinci, Jemitris Vezia experience exaltation with their rap ode to Mary and family “Born on Christmas Eve.” They’re feeling so jolly they might have to whistle more.
“Christmas Whistle” by Queens’s Intress seems to be a sass test, rather than any kind of musical tribute. R+B kidsong, but it might be a bit naughty.
The Amazon workers might whistle while they work, at least the pop bluegrass “The Amazon Christmas Song” would have you believe. James Harriman seems to be having cheeky fun, so go with it.
Buddy Mix revs up syncopated pop when he’s have you “Think About Santa Claus.” If you want to put your doubts down and just play, Put your lips together and whistle away! Just like with Tinkerbell.
Make Like Monkeys prefers the flurries. “Whistling Snowflakes” is a pop ragtime activity rather than cruel Winter’s harbingers of doom.
“All I Want for Christmas (Is My Two Front Teeth)” posits the inability to whistle whilst bereft. But that novelty is a bit long in the tooth. Perhaps we’ll allow Dracula to sing it, as brought to us by The Christmas Party Players.
“‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” promises a bounding, smoking, and whistling (at his chargers) Saint Nicholas. Try Art Carney’s beatnik jazz happening.
Another whistling encounter with Big Red, “See You Again Next Year” from Philip J Martin is ragtime rollicking about annual peeking.
“Santa’s Whistle” can call the reindeer from the Milky Way. Well, that’s what Don Kletke / Buddy Gale sing about. Easy listening with whistling.
Comrade Cosmobot wants to make an experimental music deal with you: “You say santa & I Whistle.” He doesn’t hear too well, ‘cuz he never whistles.
I was familiar with Lawrence Welk pimping out the girls for “I Wanna Do More Than Whistle” under the mistletoe (It’s better to kiss than whistle). Smarmy lady listening polka. But it seems this jaunty flirt-fest was brought by the horny boys (Alan Copeland · George Cates · Mort Greene) originally. Who wore the stink of desperation better?
“Whistle ‘Neath The Mistletoe” is a strategy for Briana Winter. In this lounge jazz she gets the attention of potential kissers with her brazenness.