Wizards of Boat mask the message in “It’s Christmas & I Love You“. This experimental, filtered, oddball of a song purports little romance. But it Dows go on and on.
Florence K shimmies the sultry and ooh oohs the jazz for “You’re Christmas to Me“. I find myself moved.
Francesca Battistelli is also flirty, but it’s country gospel… for Jesus. “You’re Here” is a welcoming prayer. Might be a Mary song.
Marc Sardou keeps the beat in the soul journey “You’re My Holiday”. Sincerely syncopated.
Kyrre Bjørdal Sæther’s “You’re My Holiday” is stadium pop from another land. It might translate better to You’re My Vacation, but it works for this time of the year.
LoveNote (Sterling Cade) is definitely digging Christmas in his “You’re My Holiday.” A bit more easy listening than R+B, but it tries.
Albert & The Sleigh Riders single you out with the groggy pop of “You Always Hated Christmas“. You do you have to say for yourself now?
Shay Watson gets girly in “You Make It Christmas“. You’re magic! You’re my favorite holiday! You make me crazy! Golly gosh.
The Steeles change it up to hushed hymnal with “You Will Know“, a revelation over the mean truing of Christmas.
From the cable streamer ‘Santa Inc’, Anna Waronker, Carmen Christopher announce “You’ll Always Have Me“. Me in this instance is a fall back from good gifts. Folksy showtune.
The big classic in our compilation is “You’re All I Want for Christmas”, originated by Frankie Laine, championed by Bing Crosby, deboned by Eddie Fisher. Big band.
Totally different is Caro Emerald & Brook Benton singing “You’re All I Want For Christmas“. It sounds old fashioned, but here, dear listeners, is the move to modern music. Cha cha.
The Vietnam War causes “Another Christmas Without My Son“. The Rev. Oris Mays testifies over organ gospel for a message-laden revelation. It was 1970.
The corrido tune is gorgeous, but a bit is lost in translation for Loona’s “Another Christmas Without You.” What should be an adventure in searching for you, is instead I Miss You.
The Epileptic Hillbillys answer with flip out rockabilly in “Another Christmas Without You“. But, do they get back together? Does he move on? Explode? I’m too busy dancin’ to care.
Rocking out additionally, “Christmas I Am Going To Miss You” by Post War Decline devolves into a rut of guitar wagging indecision.
The Power of Truth stumble-mumble through “Closer Than Us“–but it’s a tragic loss, so allowance must be paid. Troubling easy listening pop.
Ryan Geary (feat. Josh Fellows) croons out “It’s Not Christmas Without You“, but the punchline here (get ready) is (this’ll kill you) the you here (you’re never gonna believe this) is New Hampshire. Just let the easy listening explain–
We’re only scratched the surface of psychological problems. One of the BIG motivators for therapy, as well as singing, is breaking up with the one you smash. Throw in a little Merry Merry, and we have ourselves a subgenre.
Granted this opens the door for easy listening and power pop (ugh), so you may have to wait a month for real crackups in our little sourced musical choices. But i’m here for you, X-philes. I’m gonna give it my all to find you some funny in all this misery. Or else we can call it quits.
Jazzy swing from Dennis van Aarssen, “[Will You Be] Gone By Christmas Night” classes up the dating jitters so you might be less inclined to take out a restraining order.
Bunnygrunt’s “Season Freaklings” proudly percusses retro pop rock over how it’s not Christmas without you. We’re going to here that a lot during this month, so–Later, Jesus.
Buck Owens complains of anhedonia in “Christmas Ain’t Christmas“. Plodding country, now with more twang.
Bouncing back Tom Brusky (feat. Jay Isaacson) milk toasts the country with “Angel of Christmas“, a tribute to a dead spouse. At Christmas.
Specifically, “Christmas Won’t be the Same Without Johnny” warbles Dr. Elmo in country easy listening about Johnny Carson who left the airwaves in ’92 and left us in ’05. That’s some sentimental novelty there.
AI and Andrew J. Mair make a mess of caroling when they sing “We Just Can’t Go! (Without Figgy Pudding).” See, figs are a laxative and… you get it. Nearly funny parody.
I may have mentioned Barenaked Ladies’ “Christmastime (Oh Yeah)” before. The title is a line from the children caroling down the street. Pretty cool indie.
Creepy Rod McKuen sleepwalks through “The Carols of Christmas,” just another 1970s blemish that prides itself on the obvious. But, just look at it. I mean, really Look At It. See? Easy listening, so to speak.
Michael W. Smith calls on carolers to join with the angels in heralding “Christmastime,” ‘cuz you can’t know it’s the holidays unless loads are singing about it. Thought everyone knew that. Gospel pop.
A washed up Andy Williams rhymes carolers with bells in the easily avoided easy listening “Christmas Needs Love to be Christmas.” I know you knew that.
Marty Robbins uses that same rhyming for the oddly pop easy listening of “Merry Little Christmas Bells.” Pretty off brand for Robbins.
This pharyngeal fricative is impatience, annoyance, frustration, and many other things not-Xmas.
Marty Robbins wants “One of You [In Every Size].” Then he compares you to a doll that sighs and kisses, like you’re not even a person that he can see. Unfortunate message, but swing country.
CHG music weaves a country folk romantic reunion on “Next Christmas Eve.” He thinks it’s cute when you end all your thoughts with a sigh. Surely that means you’ve had enough of his silliness?!
With a smirk and a sigh, Curtis Onstott gives us “A Cynics Christmas.” Silly pop with an agenda.
Perhaps this breath can be upbeat? AI from Linhy pitches “Home for Christmas Again” as worthy of a joyful sigh. Jouncy jazz pop.
Anni Krueger revisits a happy childhood family holiday when she had to stay outside until she heard Bing Crosby sigh. Not sure about that, but “I Wish I Could Go Home This Christmas” is fine diva lounge work.
Eric Clapton’s tear jerking folk “For Love On Christmas Day” commences with that name he sighs. But it’s not to be. You know why. Don’t make me say it.
Poor living results in No laughter, no joy, just a house full of sighs in WESTbrook’s “Silent Silent Night.” But childish hopes are not tragic here. It’s pop.
(Are you kidding me?) Whether or not this bent metal is a direct descendant of the ancient Egyptian sistrum, or merely its cousin, a couple songs mention its reverberative tonality.
[Rumors persist of a rare album “A Very Merry Percussionistmas” by the Percussionistas, so i beg you to share the possibility of obtaining this as it would fit in here. If not, please make such an album.]
Cleo and Cuquin get baby-sized with their ‘Happy and You Know It’ adaptation for Christmas. But, the “Gift Song” includes a xylophone, tambourine, maracas and finally a triangle. So this house will be shaking up a storm come Advent.
Mr & Mrs Smooth note the bells in “Another Christmas Song,” but down the street the kids are singing one more… with a triangle of all things! Symphonic easy listening.
Heavens, a whole month has come and gone dedicated to Christmas Bells. But that rings hollow compared to the cornucopia available. So, a few more that jingle, peal, and clatter. Part one’s Jesus and other old fashioned stuff.
Nativity feting allows for bells, despite the silence of the night. “A Maid Bore a Babe” from Alan.s.Robinson is dandy medieval folking about joyful noise making.
Mark Hand goes faux medieval with “Fortune Bell.” It’s gravely fun.
This paradox is explained in “All the Bells in Bethlehem” from Janice Kapp Perry ()feat. Steven Kapp Perry, Lynne Perry Christofferson). This Xian pop tells us how bells weren’t there then, but shoulda been.
“The Joy Bells are Ringing,” according to Slim Whitman, sweetly tell of Jesus’ birth. Easy listening western.
Alan.s.robinson puts the “Sweet Bells” in the hands of the shepherds back then. Sprightly folk.
Stan Davis & Friends retort the cool with community glee in their “Christmas Bells.” Everyone join in.
“Gringo Bells” is Nicholas Marcos with a bossa nova beat reaching across borders.
An old Celtic drinking song rewritten for us is “Bells Chime” by The Uh Ohs. I don’t know whether to tipple or tinkle.
Mark Hand tortures easy listening with the slowdown of “Ring Those Bells,” a celebration of hard candy in a dish.
Lawrence Welk and His Orchestra and Chorus throw polka into the middle class with “Ring Those Christmas Bells.” This is the closest we’ll get to rocking today.
Maudlin indie from Bruce Enloe (feat. Ben Mullen) centers us on what’s important with “Northern Bells at Christmas.” Norman Rockwell whitewash.
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.
