A pedestrian hallelujah, hail can be just an old hello. But, coupled with Christ, HAIL means a great deal more.
The Decca Chorus sings “Hail to Christmas” as a selection from the operetta ‘Babes in Toyland.’ This oldie timey symphonization comes off almost as ragtime. Have fun with it!! (Or take succor in the early ’60s version on Golden Records. It’s safer.)
Elektra Women’s Choir & Alicia O’Brien bring the solstice Wiccan power to “Hail, Christmas Day!” Piercing, man.
Call back to Teen Titans Go! with their “All Hail the Jolly Fat Man” as a smart march intro for the mean Santa.
Who else–? Oh that’s right, Mother Mary gets a hail now and then. Many take the prayer/penance and sing it. Few swing it. So let’s turn the light on Joy Riding, whose “Hail Mary” is an alt-pop trip to the beach. But it’s about Christmas (i suspect), and being out of place. Youngsters!
Saved the HEY! best for HEY!! last. HEY!!! ‘Cause shouting HEY in Christmas songs never gets too annoying.
Call me a softie, but Wells Cathedral School Records put all their overachievers together for a mishmash of holiday glitz “Hey Ho, It’s Christmas I Know.” It’s a mess, but a special episode of Glee mess.
Backroom Stereo band rocks the laid back alt fun out of “Hey Ho Ho Ho.” It’s that kind of party.
1960s scat pop revives in Merrill Nisker’s “Hey Ho Christmas.” Wired shenanigans.
1980s soulful syncopop from York Patrick expresses a breathy cheer “Hey Soon It’s Christmastime.” It should repel, but the insistent backbeat gets to me. Cuddling, hmm-mmm.
Who do we really Hey around Xmas?! Is it Santa?! (Listeners, a whole month-load of songs exist to call out Big Red; let’s reduce our consumption to a handful of odd ‘uns.)
The Something Awful people (well, Kruxy) take on Carnie & Wendy Wilson’s pop nonsense with an unending hell of “Hey Santa.” DJ = demented jokery.
Awkward girl rap from Jocie Dena, “Hey Santa” is neither angry nor profane. Nor do the rhymes bust.
Pleading ’80s style lite jazz relays a personal message to help repair a bad breakup. Pricey Diggs’s “Hey Santa” is wet snow on the carpet.
Better is the dad rock of Kerr Donnelly Band’s “Hey Santa.” Elvis fossils.
Beating out Brian Setzer by the hair on my chin chin chin, Royal Crown Revue lays “Hey Santa” into jazz band heaven. You brazen hussy.
Sweet, Hot and Sassy take the ‘Santa Baby’ bit to swing nightclub lengths with their “Hey Santa (Hey, Daddy).” Cue the bluegrass fiddle!
Well, The Moonglows might just own “Hey, Santa Claus” in terms of doo wop, heartbreak, and overall cool. Dig that licorice stick.
So many more… Then there’s the alias–
In all their music video finery Showaddywaddy pop out some 1974 party fun with their hymnal “Hey Mister Christmas.” It’s all fun and games until somebody puts out. Vice Squad improves this with a touch of punk.
One of our older interjections is the simple hey. Which means it no longer represents mere attention getting, but can be greeting, challenge, orgasmic outcry, or–whatever. The trough of novelty songs that hey Xmas will take us a week, kay?
Kids need more interjections to get their attention, so let’s start with swishy kidsong. John Oates (is it Daryl’s ex???) monotones “Hey! Happy Christmas to Ya!” in appropriately singsong playfulness. Yawn.
Seia Yano does the pre-teen bedroom band routine with “Hey! It’s Christmas.” Nasal, youthful, but uninhibited talent shines through with superior piano pop.
The Go Go Cult beat the drum slowly to punctuate “Hey Hey It’s Christmas.” This drug-dreamy doozy of alt-garage should alter your attention toward the holidays (not sure which ones).
Jody Whitesides slow it down even more with “Hey Today is Christmas Day.” This pokey folk pop love ballad declares kindly, but with commanding assurance. Do not deny it.
Naming the English language parts of speech may be like naming the dwarves or reindeer, there’s always one you forget. (‘Less you’re a border-line autistic nerd, c’mon who’s with me!) So, MY fave-o POS might be the interjection, a hard-to-place adverb that serves multi-purposes but mostly allows us to say ‘ejaculate’ modestly in classrooms. This should be a finite linguistic category of only a couple dozen, but we keep adding more (‘meh,’ ‘blurg,’ ‘LOL’). This infectious blurting has indeed infected the Christmas carol. So, let us waste time beholding this offset exclamations addressing Xmas (NOT Santa, if we can help it).
Starting with HELLO…
Dion drags down Amy Grant with the failed 2020 comeback “Hello Christmas.” This pop country ditty checks all the boxes, but lacks a real novelty punch. Cash grabs are fun for three minutes, though, so try this four-minute ‘song.’
PJ Masks rolls out a poppy pop kidsong (almost a minute long) about greeting a time when all’s well–even the bad guys get into the spirit with “Hello Christmas.” That’s fun.
Getting weird, Los 3llers rages operatic on the griefs of the Advent in “Hello Christmas.” This world music exploration is odd in all the right ways.
Isabelle Fries uses this time of the year to say hello to all friends and family. Her “Hello Christmas” just gets in under the theme, but the sexy pop slurring helps.
Much more smooth cool, Donald Lawrence soulsings “Hello Christmas” like the holiday is a loyal old wingman what sets him up with Jesus and peace on Earth whilst hanging at the piano bar.
Hello, here’s what we’re looking for: “Hello Christmas,” my old friend, sings Natalia Klitschko in heavily accented pop friendliness. Bebopping repetition for your dance floor.
This Moebius strip of Xmas will never end, so quit asking if we’re there yet. Mannheim Steamroller up!
Amy Grant softly folks “Another Merry Christmas” with motherhood, war, and everything all at once. There you go.
“Another White Christmas” is a sendup of white people. Tim Cavanaugh tickles the lounge ivories to fight racism. I guess.
“Another White Christmas” is Brent Burns singing about sand at the beach. I’ll need some help with the humor here, guys. Swing pop.
“We’ll Never Have Another White Christmas” is The Pepper Tree Market’s lament that that Bing song is the pinnacle and will never be topped as THE song of the season. Clever doo wop. Highly recommended.
Eux Autres prop me up with their lively pop music “Another Christmas at Home.” Friends, drinking, playing, lights twinkling. What more could you ask for? Listen, this song’ll have it.
Another song about another Christmas in another post from another blog. Wait–no, it’s THIS blog.
BLUE ALERT!! “Another Fucking Christmas Song” is the showtune lament that comes late in Act II and perches the show on the verge of despair. Eric Bagnet brings existentialism to bear the cross.
Destructors 666 get down and dirty with a catchy (borrowed) tune in “Just Another Christmas Song.” Surely there’s room for one more punk screamer what rhymes Winnie the Pooh with Doctor Who!
Danilo Jeza brings that impersonation-style to “Another Christmas Song.” You WILL believe it’s not Elvis.
The Silvers hokey up their “Sing Another Christmas Song” to cheer on Santa and the elves. But their over-enunciated ’70s slow pop tangles up the intent. Crash. Burn.
Jack Weppler takes them all on in “Another Christmas Song.” Do they manipulate, obscure, distract us from–hey, you’re beautiful. Piano bar pop. But, it’s not for sale from Amazon. Just so you know.
While we’re ‘cross the Pond, British India power punks “Another Christmas in the Trenches.” Am sure i like it. Not sure i believe the lyrics about how everything is fine….
“Another Day in the B” is [BLUE ALERT] rapping out the prison of monotony of bad Xmasses. AlmightyK pulls no rhymes to level with you.
No Kids plink and plunk around the subject, however, with their “Another Winter in a Summer Town.” This underlining (NOT the number from the ‘Grey Gardens’ musical) entraps your holiday mood in decay. Heavy sigh.
Having the party of their lives, the ‘haves’ of the Mumbai suburb Bandra celebrate “Another Bandra Christmas.” Vanya sings and swings this cha-cha pop with no apologies (or talent).
Not done missing you–especially each and every Christmas. Songtime for the longtime!
Kenn Rowell & The Baghdaddies sizzle up some common country with wild fiddle in the feel-hard “Another Lonesome Christmas.” Clever, concentrated, and with whistling!
Making everything West a contest, the East coast pits Chrissi Poland ‘gainst this entry with “Another Lonely Christmas in New York.” Suspiciously similar jazz bebopping, but the backup singers sell it.
