Destitution doesn’t mean you have to cancel Christmas. Celebrate the indigent spirit of the Nativity!
Jimmy Charles loves this time of the year so much that he has no regrets in his profligacy. “Broke for Christmas” (country pop, natch) celebrates the poor house as home sweet home. Awww.
Some couldn’t spend to begin with. Pierce Avenue harmonizes even less country-style country in “Broke Christmas.” Pretty. Vapid.
Hip hop rasta from Joel Evans exchanges no presents for your presence on a “Broke Ass Christmas.” Romantic, mon.
Country rock drives the rhythm of life, not the emptiness of despair. Brenda Dirk’s “Too Broke for Christmas” may complain, but line dances while doing so. Mama!
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.
Humble Tip hip hops with a certain weariness ‘cuz “Christmas Shopping” get ’em down. Heartfelt wallet busting.
Rubettes (feat. Alan Williams) keeps it cool with the ‘Kung Fu Fighting’ parody (you heard me) “Christmas Shopping.” Why fight when you can spend?
Dunno is a bit mopey with their indie whining “Christmas Shopping.” The world might end, i guess.
Country swing along with ’68 Buck Owens (and his Buckaroos) as he frets over what to get for whom with his twist and shout “Christmas Shopping.” Boy howdy.
All this damn songstuff makes me wonder what that holiday foliage really means to you.
GOD, DAMMIT.
“There’s a Christmas Tree in Heaven” comes out from Eddy Howard and His Orchestra (sweet) the same year as The 4 Aces (swinging). That whole sky constellation up above… it’s the same as in your living room.
There are no enemies on Loretta Allen’s “Christmas Tree.” Sweet gospel bluegrass promises the peace. Come and join, it’s God.
Brent Hardesty goes OG inclusive God with “A Menorah and a Christmas Tree.” either way it’s still the Big Guy! (Although, this particular day does seem to be a divisive point, truth to tell.)
THE GOOD OLD DAYS. WELL, I’LL TELL YA.
“An Old Fashioned Tree” makes 1950 sound like a past-it time. Gene Autry bemoans the cowboy loss of way back when, with the whole symphony and back up seniors.
Memories feature into Jeff Meegan’s jazz trio (with scat & flute) “Christmas Tree.” But jazz poetry, man… where do i start?
W.D. Hay scrapbooks out his life with “Christmas Tree Memories,” a homegrown country flashback or ten.
CHILDHOOD, YEAH!
Telstar Ponies keep the experimental ’90s alive with “I Still Believe in Christmas Trees.” It’s a whole lot of garage noodling, but it has a maudlin message just for you… and you… and you… and YOU.
Shy nature sloshes around some indie pop with modulation for the kids to revisit their youth in “My Christmas Tree is Looking at Me.” So everybody had that same dream at eight-years-old?
Home and dead parents keep coming back to haunt Sonny James (w/Carole Smith) “Where the Tree Is,” a tinkly country number written by committee. Sonny’s reaching for it, give him that.
Similarly titled, “I Still Believe in Christmas Trees” from Ray Ray is power country about the magic in boyhood innocence. Perky nostalgia.
Yeah, yeah yeah. You want presents under the tree. Could you be more specific?
Inca Jones (as i’ve blogged) gets melted with he finds “LSD Under My Christmas Tree.” Don’t expect coherence from this electronica.
Here’s something you may not want: Beefus plays the blues (isn’t that trombone funny?) on “STDs Under the Christmas Tree.” They’re waiting for you.
Specifically, Brysi the Machinima Guy wants “Master Chief Under My Christmas Tree.” Pop culture begets fanfic and filksinging and other vaguely naughty-sounding made up words.The videogame Halo‘s protagonist has give unto us this folk number. Get on it.
Silent Stranger hard rocks (of course) “Guitar Beneath the Tree.” A tender tale of youth and obsessive thrashing.
Even better, John Jorgenson and Carlene Carter rock out a letter to Santa and the resulting “A ’55 Telecaster Under My Christmas Tree.” Okay, country rock, but still burning up the tinsel.
We don’t put a cradle in the room to celebrate the birth of the Lord, so that tree ought to have super associative properties.
Coyly avoiding the name, Sheree Brown and Ledon Smith sing about LOVE, which is “The Christmas Tree I See.” Motown adds legitimacy.
Barbara Fairchild comes right out and says the “Christmas Tree” is just like Jesus Christ. Her wavering ballad with smudges of country gospel make it so. (Roy Morris narrates some sermon to keep you on track.)
Sounding like a ’70s TV commercial Danadrienne folk lecture us to remember the “Forgotten Christmas Tree.” Remember? Christ?
For puppet show ‘Arnie’s Shack’ the star on the “Christmas Tree” is the star of Bethlehem. Electric pop–for kids!
Michael Warner strums some south of the border pop to also string together ornamentation and that Heaven stuff with “A Star on Top of the Christmas Tree.” This’ll get the kids believing in no time.
In fact the Nativity had “No Christmas Tree” at all, so cut that pagan stuff out–according to this marching country sermon from Mary Lee.
Sherri Gough crosses the line from rejoicing in the birth to putting that “Christmas Tree on a Hill.” It’s a pretty country piece though, so let’s listen. (And those other grisly tree as cross numbers come later on.)
Praps simply inspired Yogscast goes a bit BLUE ALERT with “Carrot for a Cock.” Power ballad about a mistake and the magic life thereafter. Oh, i get it.
Rodney Carington has a classic bit about a disfigured snowman…
Problem is, it’s a short funny country song bit. Freddy B has elongated this number to suit hisself. It adds flourished and even answers the titular question.
…so please enjoy the song in it’s 1/2 minute micro-entirety.
Po’ folk in the South need snowmen, too. “Dirty Little Snowman” is warbling country from Catherine Irwin what might break yo heart.
Seemingly praying to the great “Mr. Snowman.” Thomas Wall Band asks, in an experimentally folk way, for it to snow. It’s to make the children happy, but… cause? effect? hunh?
John Prine’s got this. In his own style of country folk he reaveals “Humidity Built the Snowman.” It’s not a jolly jubilee, though, is it?
Soulful blues/country from Dragon Rock (feat. Ray Sharp) mashes up ‘Wizard of Oz’ with our flurried friend in the heartbreaking “I’m a Snowman.” Help him, Wizard!
Pickin’ and shiverin’, PigPen Theater Co. delineates “The Snowman’s Song” as one more snowball on the pile. Fine folk.
Cornball country from Hank Thompson in “Mr. & Mrs. Snowman.” But they have separate snow banks.
Chuck E. Cheese is not known for their hit songs, but i like this country thrasher from robodog Jasper. “Jasper’s Snowman” thus rises from the children’s clutter and is anointed proper pop from your chilly host. Rock it, J-Dog!
Country bubbasplaining from Marlin Wallace about “Abominable Snow Creature.” Talking, then howling, then lesson learning. It’s just like life. With a country music backbeat i can gitalong wit.
Adults fall down and wave on the ground this time of year, too.
Kenny Loggins gets responsibly grown up and romantic with “Angels in the Snow.” It’s lofty eezee listening about their kids. Best paired with a young merlot.
The Listening pleases the crowd live with ethereal hard rock for their “Angels in the Snow.” Woo
Beth Sherburn makes a romantic come-on with her “Snow Angels.” Odd foreplay, but okay.
Washing the love with the whiteness of snow Amy Sky’s “Angels in the Snow” reflects, reveres.
Wanting wishing leering Eddie Pinero emo-pops “Snow Angels” mostly about lost innocence.
Cris Williamson lights up the disco genre with “Snow Angel.” High notes, high sentiment, seems high.
Ed Grossheim dedicates his “Snow Angel” to his special one. Sounds like they were doing more than waving arms/legs. Winkwink.
The journey of life occupies “Snow Angels” by William Park. Dude, he’s dying!
About the most disturbing expression of love and life through the song “Snow Angel” heralds from Willie Hyde. This pokey country campfire crooning will mess you up.
