Novelty Christmas Music

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.

Charlotte Buckley is all broken up about being broken up with you around Christmas. Play 101.7, On the FM That’s my only friend, she moans in soft pop teary-eyed malaise. “Manhattan (A Glimpse Into the Future)” is the kind of music that’s about Christmas but not christmassy. Cool gloom.

The Bitters are [BLUE ALERT] fucking nuts to be celebrating “Christmas in July” when its’s 102. But they rock their nuts. What a scene.

Due to the pandemic we’ll have a “Happier New Year (Christmas is Cancelled).” Maggie Rose reports Rudolph’s got a temp of 102, and Santa’s on a ventilator. But she does it with classy country pop. Hand clapping tragedy time!

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.

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.