Sure gonna be disappointed “If Santa Don’t Come See Me” declares Allie Jo Thomas. This uncertainty is one of the stages of Advent. As kidsong, it swings.
Bhi Bhiman is merely asking “Who’s Up There?” Motown sound makes the inquiry an accusation, in the funkiest sense possible. The answer: whatever.
Trying again, “I Still Believe in Christmas Trees” is Telstar Ponies getting symbolic with their credulity. Very indie. Ray Ray Garcia takes this title and makes a country reminiscence out of it. There’s dead parents and praying though.
Mikael Englund & Árpád Solti’re just walking around hopeless and like, when suddenly they come across “Street Santa” and everything’s better. As better as ragtime lounge will allow, that is. (They know it’s really him from all the ho ho ho ho ho hos.)
Cardinal enlarges on this subgenre to make “If You Believe in Christmas Trees.” The consequent of this playful prog rock is Dadaist nonsense of the coolest kind.
Is there Something Else to believe in?! David Lazar rocks the funk as if he were Fox Mulder with that Xmas night he got “A Visit.” The truth is out there, in the sky. Cool beans.
BooBoo Bear (from ‘Hanna-Barbera’s Christmas Sing-A-Long’) slings “Hope” to one and all. This time, it’s kidsong for Santa Claus.
The kid in me will always believe, Chatham County Line explains in studly bluegrass through “O! Santa.” It’s a song of hope and glee and presents.
Christmas Workshop Band (feat. Grandpa C) makes a meal out of “Believe Santa.” It’s an echo chamber full of random thoughts pretending to be pop music. I’m shaking here.
Matthew Gumley & Beth Leavel wrap up ‘Elf: The Musical’ with the not-quite showstopping Big Number “There is a Santa Claus.” It keeps building, the tempo continues to increase… and yet… and yet. (Still waiting.)
Mickey Rooney and Ron Marshall polish off 1974’s ‘A Year Without Santa Claus’ with the treacly easy listening “I Believe in Santa Claus.” He’s waiting. [Fans rankinbasstears put an indie edge on this.]
I’m not too keen on revisiting the nauseating call-and-response kidsong “Must Be Santa” by its originator Mitch Miller or whoever else. It IS a conclusion drawn about the existence of the Noth Polian. But it’s so tiring… (Even the lugubrious reorchestration by Hugh J. Noble–yeowch). Then i did stumble across a most profane and disturbing parody by Martin and Me. Please have a toilet nearby when you hear this.
Answering with asking, Brian Dewan gently pops the question “Do You Believe In Santa?” Tolstoy and Superman somehow get mixed up in all this. I have so Many Questions.
HorrorScene’s “SantaScene” electronically asks you believe what he saw. He saw Kissing. Believe it.
Also demanding the benefit of the doubt, MJames and Mark seek corroboration when “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.” You have to believe!
Damien Horgan takes a more Neil Diamond approach with “Do You Believe in Christmas?” Makes a strong case here. Well, he’s NO Jesus Christ, but still– Easy Listening with a jazz edge.
Welcome back to The Russian Futurists who’s problem involves: I was lying in bed with you thinking about her/And trying to sleep off god awful powders. But with “100 Shopping Days ’til Christmas” these industrialist rappers bebop their way to mending a longing that’s yet to consummate. BLUE ALERT
No one will be sleeping on the night of Christmas Eve, sings the sad kid “When Christmas Comes to Town” in ‘The Polar Express’ soundtrack. Show tune heights from Matthew Hall & Meagan Moore.
Lobo (‘Me and You and a Dog Named Boo’) gets easy listening relaxed AFTER the kids have gone to sleep. “Late Christmas Eve” is now awake time for the older ones. Tired, but happy to be up.
Welcome back tobyMac with “This Christmas (Father of the Fatherless),” wherein an orphan imagines a man outside his door who comforts him when he can’t sleep. It ain’t Santa. Hard syncopated R+B joyousness from misery.
Suffering from the onset of moderate to extreme existential angst, Pearl Jam begs “Let Me Sleep (It’s Christmas Time).” Cacophonic garbledy grunge. So dark….
I know you’re weary/We both could use some sleep admits Amy Grant. The children are already there. But “Baby, It’s Christmas” so she’s go other ideas. Easy listening urges.
“I’m Dreaming of an Out Christmas” from Hannah Jackson is less about wishing and hoping and more about dreading and delaying. Appropriately redneck country.
Haven’t had enough of Lower Lights? Unplugged and rugged, “Mary’s Lullaby” harmonizes urgently. There’s a message here.
Phyllis Travis’s “Christmas Lullaby” checks all the boxes for a lullaby, but with its easy listening fuzzy vocals it works on a verisimilitudinal level.
David Michael Carrillo drones through “The Christmas Lullaby (God’s Love Revealed)” with capable strumming and one-note singing. Can’t get too musical when it’s for the Lord.
“Christmas Lullaby” by John Dato Valentine is overly chime-y, but in music-box style its repetitious lyrics and just fine for the job they’re assigned to do.
Sol Roach doesn’t seem to know when to come in or what key to reach in his “Christmas Lullaby.” But he does keep going….
It’s Jesus we want to sleep that first night, though, right? Tender and mild? He’s a baby! Sleep or Herod’ll find you!
Hark again! John Denver mentions the Nativity when he misses Colorado while in Australia during his countrified “Christmas Like a Lullaby.” Voice like a cherub!
Becca Lee Roberts settles on Dolly as a performing choice in her “Christmas Lullaby.” Country for God. (Spoiler alert: the baby dies as an adult.)
The Statler Brothers set their “Brahms Bethlehem Lullaby” to–well, Brahms. You know the one. But it’s Jesus all the way for them!
The Heffners set their “Christmas Lullaby” in Bethlehem. Lots of harp and harmonizing rounds, so–the full monty of lullaby elements.
