Christmas Countdown: 101

Loves me some “Heat Miser.” (Well, not the Harvey Fierstein verzh….) But been there done that. Let’s try the fantastical rap reimagining of Promise (feat. Robby Atkins): “The Misers.” Oddly the hot one is now female. Still loves it one hundred and one degrees. Faboo.

Rustic set, but country folk pop–“Tangier Christmas” fiddles up a snowstorm, then stops by the barn-like church for Rows of wooden pews and song hymnals Turn to page 101 and sing along. Down home fun.

I’m on the 101 and I look at my phone–Traffic is delayed, is the resigned slomo pop cry of NVR enuff in “Christmas This Year” (as in: I won’t be at…). He’s leaving L.A. at Xmas, which is tough ‘cuz you are my drug. Guess he’s going cold turnpike.

Christmas Countdown: 103

A broken arm and a fever of 103 only add to the cherished Christmas memories of Bri Kaye. Those memories/horrors are “Here to Stay” as the grown protagonist relives holidays through the eyes of a child. Sweet rollicking alt-folk.

Also reliving (And I think I will When I’m a 103) is Aselin Debison, nightengaling alt-pop in “As Long as It’s Christmas.” Sweeter than sweet.

Bedbound by Summer is living in the hear and now, calling out the minutiae of Christmas Eve (10-3, 11:15). While “Down (Again) in June” seems pissy about the chores, the banging pop trails off with a Tell me it will always be like this…. Wait’ll you’re older. Then you can reminisce.

Christmas Countdown: 105

Jeremiah 10:5 is the jumping off point for Allen Thomas in “Who is Your God?” Careful how you answer, idolator. Your idols may look righteous but they are not right I hear talk of Santa Claus ’round Christmas time But Santa C’s a fantasy Cuz he’s not alive…. Righteous rap.

Road Trip! The Lunar Collective reflects on The Pandemic family visit in “What a Christmas Gift.” Understand, you’re getting my presence… pretty great, huh? The driver seems infatuated with whomever it is riding shotgun, though: Down the 105 To your sister’s stupid estate Just a box of wine and We’ll be fine and great. They may get sick there on the Washington coast, but not of each other. Showtune pop.

Christmas Countdown: 106.me

We got all the memories So much more we can see Better than our first kiss Snow falling at Christmas is the all-over-the-place refrain in the love song “Neon Lights” from Natasha Bedingfield. This diva pop is not strictly Xmas, but so jubilant it is Christmas-adjacent. I’m comin’ to your frequency To 106 point me So there’s no Distractions. See, love can be fun.