Bad Star

Symbols become icons. Then come the iconoclasts. What bad can they say about the Xmas star??

Soledad Brothers get naughty with “Hang My Starway up high on your tree. You’re gonna need a drycleaner for that.

Merrill Leffmann’s Xmas burlesque routine includes “The Star that Came,” which sounds carol-esque. But this lounge tune is about flirting and connecting.

Star of Blight” is the anti-Christmas satanic observation from Kruxy. ‘We Three Kings’ plays in the background. Ew.

Overindulging results in “North Star (Bloody Christmas)” which Elliphant blues-pops about something not so traditional. Regrets hangovers.

When Michael J Handley recounts how you had to be the “Star on the Tree” his ragtime pop rakes you over the too-drunk-to-remember coals. How embarrassing.

Tree Star

Get the Christmas star out of the sky, capture it! Bring it into the house. Put it on top of the tree (Christ symbol) so we can find that big honkin’ thing.

Michael Warner’s “A Star on Top of the Christmas Tree” is a middle-of-the-road near-country strangulation of love and hope and all that’s bourgeoisie.

RuPaul fizzies the pop with “You’re the Star (On My Christmas Tree).” It’s a love fest of identities for the geometric design.

Deconstructed Brazilian jazz wanders around Aja Wintermantel’s singing range for “Star on the Christmas Tree.” The laundry list of Jesus, angels, and Nativity takes second place to her missing you, you star you.

The Russian-French tradition, according to Feddy, is to pop sing “The Red Star on Top of the Christmas Tree” (altho, with his accent, i think it’s Kreemuss trail). Some party anthem so let’s go.

Celebrity Star

Now for another entry in the dictionary. Who else is the star at Christmastime?!

Not much higher praise than you are “My Christmas Star.” Cheesy corrido (with flaming Spanish guitar) sets up Claire Knox’s song about her dead dog Holly. You heard me.

Nu Revelation (feat. T. Conway) funks us a reminder that the King of Kings gets top billing tonight. “Christmas Superstar” lays down a righteous beat.

Santa Claus *Superstar*” follows the generous downfall of our icon to the rock arena. Daniel Chorr appropriately rocks this ballad. Fear not, little ones. Lessons will be learned.

Similarly Dr. BLT recounts how “Santa Claus Wants to be a Rock Star.” Same story, now with American South sauce.

I try to avoid lyrics i can’t translate, but Gabriela Guncikova, Marta Jandova showstopping the rock with “Santa Superstar” needs notice. Woo hoo!

Jesus Star

Who’s the star? Jesus is the star! Yes, he is! Oh, yes he is! What a good God!

Mary Thienes Schunemann intones “He is the Star” matter-of-factly. So, we’ll leave it at that.

Steve Courtney once again does not disappoint with “Jesus is the Star.” Carrib beats take us into the POV of the star/savior/omnipresence. Ya, mon.

Follow That Star

Find that savior, find that savior, find that savior! You’ll get a new way of spending Sundays, a hashtag, a paid holiday on 12/25… just follow that star!

Children’ll do it. “We’ll Follow That Star” is attributed to Songs for Children. They sing great, too. A sprightly kidsong march.

Look up! calypsoes The Starshine Singers, so you can espy “The Brightest Star in the Sky.” Might as well follow it, as–well–that’s a thing, innit? Then they clean up their act and sing “Following the Star.” It’s like part two.

Rise Up Shepherd and Follow” is pretty much the whole hymn (add in a Star of Bethlehem ref), here simplified in tutorial form by Charles Elmer Szabo. Thanks.

Odd alt from MusicBodySpirit, which cautions us to follow “The Christmas Star 2020.” Perhaps this is irony.

It’s a love thing! Ashley Lagunas goes alt-pop with a romantic ballad about how “Following the Star” will get her nearer to You. Aww.

Blaze Star

That billboard for God’s birthing might be the brightest thing in the zenith. It might do more than simply shine.

Wendy Moses twists up the kidsong with a soupçon of calyspo in “It was a Starry Night.” And it was BRIGHT.

Burning so bright, came Jesica Bennett’s “One Special Star.” Brace yourself for this aria, it’s pithy.

Sheila Walsh updates us on the child, son, savior, you know. But this pop-gospel emphasizes how brightly it was foretold in “Star Song (There is Born a Child.”

It might pierce, or blaze according to Resound Worship in their pop Xian song “See the Star.” Can’t miss the star, more likely.

Love Bells

Christmas is love. Christmas is bells. What to do when you feel close at the holidays…

Well, okay, there’s love for all and JC and children and maybe the beasts and bugs and whatnot. The Steeles ring “The Bells” with R+B gospel for Love. It’s like climaxing, but more appropriate for church.

Definitely not religious, Erasure rings the “Bells of Love (Isabelle’s of Love).” It’s barely even about the holidays it’s so heart-eyed.

The Drifters tell us that “The Bells of St. Mary’sring out for you and me. This is doo wop you can make moves/movies to.

Peter Dunne’s “Ring Out the Bells” is a grinder of seduction that invokes the child is born as a sign We Were Made for Love. Raunchy pop. Too much?

The Infini-teens say “Ring a Bell” for a loved one. This soft pop is so close to kidsong that i can’t even fault it with a PG. Handholding sweetness.

Family Bells

How sad to ring the holiday bell all by your lonesome. Better instead to flock the family ’round those ringers. Christmas bells bring us home

Kenny and Dolly belt out how they’ll be home “With Bells on.” It might be fashion de jure, or it might be merry making mischief. Regardless, they mean it. You can hear it in the pop sorta-country rhythms.

Loreena McKennitt charms “The Bells of Christmas” with whispery hymnalistic come-hither-ness. It’s all about calling you home, baby. Come on now.

The blues will be cured by the baby coming home, that’s just a fact. So Aaron Neville has “The Bells will be Ringing” to signal her home. Raunchy blues just this side of pop.

Sylva itemizes the trappings of the Nativity with “Christmas Bells,” but it’s all about coming home. Jazzy marshmallow-mouthed pop.

Sleigh Bells, for the pop

A couple more songs about the ringing of the horse drawn carriages for Xmas.

Jane Hutton big bands up the saccharine silliness of “Song of the Sleigh Bells.” It’s a whirlwind of tympani.

Charity Shop Sue drives through her “Sleigh Bell Time (Again)” with an insistent increasing tempo garage backbeat that suggests you better defuse that bomb–NOW!

Another luscious li’l nugget, this time from The Benefit, who unfairly grouse about having their beach blanket bingo song ruined by the addition of “

ël-No, the twenty-eighth

Credit where credit is overdue. We all enjoy Christmas because of–? Well, JC may have rebranded an ongoing festival… Santa only came into the equation late… Hmm.

If It Weren’t for Girls, There Would be No Christmas” croons The Want to a peppy rock backbeat. Sure, it tries a bit too hard and as such overcompensates with stereotypes and some back-handed flattery. But who else is taking the time to appreciate, i ask you?