Alayna Kaelyn warbles “Alone at Christmas” while a piano keeps time to her unhappiness. She appreciates family and love, but it’s not in the cards. Pop indie.
Beane hates being “Alone Another Holiday“, so he folk indies memories of the ones he misses. The happy imageries makes his missed opportunity with you worse.
In snowy Manhattan, but missing Oxford, Lewis Watson insists he has “christmas eve alone this year“. He rallies to a traveling mode, but as of yet: no friends. Might be your deodorant, man. Moody indie.
Lowell Fulson won’t be home this time, as his blues explicates in “Lonesome Christmas” parts one and two. It’s so gnarly, i smell delta.
Also on the move, Lori Triplett is on her way. But her boo bowed out. So it’s “Coming Home Alone“. Rent one at the airport, girl. Country pop.