Christmas Countdown: 364∑

364 days may be less of a wait for next Xmas when it’s together.

Leanne Weiss croons pop lovery in the mediocre “Christmas Again.” Yes, the 364 days you are with me feel like Christmas Again. You’re gifted!

Today’s the day for “Sexmas” also croons The Collective. All 364 you been waiting to put it on me, lays out the lyrics–but adds cookies and hot chocolate so the time has flown until the smashin’.

The Christmas Kids Cottage rock’n’roll so we can altogether wait the “364 Days” ’til Christmas.

We may be in the year-long Christmas-less time together, but what about Saint Nicholas, Saint Nicholas, at the North Pole 364 days spent all alone. Murder City Devils pretty up the garage rock with fiddle and sentiment for “364 Days.” I’ll drink to that.

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Something about the year long stretch from one Xmas to the next brings out the larger than life, the mythical, the monster.

Jesus, my friend, gets a consult in Popular Mechanics’s “364 Days a Year.” Menacing rock.

Third in a series of video game villain Christmasses, “The Fright Before Christmas” takes The Stupendium to meet all manner of weirdity without much concern for consequence. 364 days a year they’re rather vicious, but this one day they’re all too preoccupied with opening their toys. Fun, meaty pop.

“Krampusnacht” rips metal confessions from Sterbhaus, who seems to dig the monstrous torture around Xmas in exchange for That which I’m getting for 364 days doing everything I wish and more. Those metalheads–

Damien Marusenko focuses on only “Bloody Queen.” Santa goes out one night of the year The other 364 she instills fear (and it implies she might be Mrs. Claus). Seems she’s only equipped with a 12 gauge, but the attitude persists. Sepulchral pop. And BLUE ALERT profanity.

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It might be said that all the days (there hunnit and sistee-fo o’dem) betwixt one Christmas and the next are the days in which to Be Better. So you can live the spirit all the time. Or so you’ll get stuff. Every. Day.

Is it lazy rap, or just a guy reading out loud? Lil Jiblet asks Why don’t we just have that on a daily basis (meaning niceness) in “Christmas Jiblet.” Na-na-na-na along to find out the answer.

Joe Budden philosophizes: On thanksgiving my family would never visit And even when they did it always seemed so scripted Like they was forced to–Like small talk would resolve the 364 days they ain’t call you. “Happy Holidays” treats all the special days of the year but also raps every day is special if you make it. (N-word ALERT)

I just walk around in a jolly haze all the other 364 days drawl-lisps Cody Johnson about “Christmas All Year Long.” Yee hawlidays.

Why stop at one, hey what for? When we can have 364? snaps Sabrina Carpenter with amped up country pop in “Christmas the Whole Year Round.” Gettin’ grabby, gurl.

Tell me, why do we wait 364 days? Unspoken quips with bouncy alt-pop. “Christmas Everyday” wants the blessing, though. A better intended question, at last. (covered by one by one.)

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364 is not quite the count of days in a year. It is the count of day after to day before Christmas. It’s all the days in-between. Which is tougher when it’s for the one who turns your crank.

Sam DeMartino croons to the pop “364 Days (Lying Under the Christmas Tree).” She’ll come back home again then. ‘Cuz she’s the present lying under there. Objectifying there, man.

Title missed his bro for 364 days since he got her girls and stuff back then. Oh, i see, he’s Santa. Keeps rapping to himself to not “Fall Asleep!” otherwise he’ll miss out. Glad i didn’t miss it.

364 days went and passed me by Maya (feat. B. Nicole) laments about also missing Santa in the la-la-la ooh-oooh pop/rap “Bad Santa.”

Kally knows it’s been 364 days since you touched her lips. But, you are “Christmas Dinner“! Seriously, this sprightly pop smitten missive is heartfelt (burp).

Static Monsters get cute with the garage-pop “364 Days.” Next door crush is moved away by parents. He won’t let her go. So he’ll see her again… next Boxing Day! But wait… is that a twist at the end! Oh no!!

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365 overflows the calendar with possibilities. But Christmas is too special to generalize.

The frustration of The Bank Cormorants over missing out on “One More Christmas Tree” during this year’s shopping results in a dixieland jazz promise to decorate that ultimate tree with 365 ornaments next year. So there!

In memoriam, Rowlette and Craig Cooney preach that next year will be a New chapter, new story, 365 pages. “December” is the time to gospel/rap the message of taking a moment to consider. Just consider.

Specialness time! This is One day out of 3-6-5, so LiCon revises “I Wish You a Merry Christmas.” with his own individuality. Rap lyricality. And slurring.

So let’s party. Jiggley Jones is wiling to set aside foolish pride for “Christmas 365.” Harmonic pop with a touch of country unites all Christmas song titles to make some point.

Let’s end with the party to end the year of parties. There’s 365 days a year Hey there Santa, are you really really there? concludes “Santa’s Rap Party.” This is rap from 1980, so it’s disco rap. Yeah. Super Jay walks you through how to set the scene, how to respond to the music, and what to put on popcorn. Ladies, watch yo’ panties.

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It’s tough to have to wait the whole year for the next Christmas.

The Linedance Fever has a certain dread of “365 Days of Christmas” since it’s that long since you left and the killing and the jail time and the losing of minds. Hand clapping hillbilly folk. Yikes.

Christmas Children’s Choir has the antidote so we may 365 days a year Keep the feeling all through the year. “365 Days a Year,” a symphonic tribute, is piffle, but quite well done piffle.

More reverentially, Zo! Gospel Choir modulates adult voices for “Christmas 365.” Why doesn’t Christmas last 365 days year? they soar to the heavens. I dunno.

Ariel, Zoey, & Eli squeezebox the bebop pop to demand why must it be “365 Days ‘Til Christmas.” A year of chances results in the same disappointment every year. A book? Shampoo? C’mon! Where was the pony!?

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Love? Loss?

Ariana Grande changes the topic with sex, as she does, with “Not Just on Christmas.” Hidden in the pretty pop music she seethes: Wanna show you in so many ways Three hundred and sixty-five days I’ll give you all my presents, boy, I’m for you. That’s way beyond first base!

Liam Payne (with Dixie) works out the whole meet-cute on Christmas night in “Naughty List.” They spend the next three-six-five days around his place. Synthy pop, but still Hallmark Channel-esque.

Sick Logic wishes I could hide another 365 from the family when it’s “Christmas Time at the Strip Club.” Oddly industrial-techno for a garage grinder. Danceable fo sho’.

All Students go for the kink with a Pachelbel-inspired “MistleToes.” This hypnotically repetitive weirdness may not scream Xmas, just X. Yet attention must be paid.

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What’s longer than a year of love started at Christmas? A year missing your love at Christmas! That’s relativity, that is. Einstein told me to tell you.

On the one hand, Office Party wants you to know they’re better off without you (but I’m not gonna lie, Shawty, you’re on my mind three-sixty-five twenty-four). “Santa, Please!” is a fun back and forth (Sorry/Not sorry) rock piece that pivots like a dance floor star.

Dustin Bermuda admits that 365 you were on my mind all day in the auto-tuned R+B reach-out “Nothing I Want More.” Hints of overspending, desperation, and pit stains.

Jacques slows it down with R+B rap in his acceptance speech “Christmas Without You.” See, she done pickup up with someone else. Well, I done sacrificed 365 days, he admits, ticking off holiday moments that won’t include you. He’ll still leave your present at your place. In case.

Alex Goot is gonna wait 365 days. But loneliness wins out in the soul-pop torture “Next Christmas Eve.” He’s not exactly delusional (I bet you’re looking lovely). But he’s hopeful (Are you thinkin’ of me?) Okay, i felt that. Ow.

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You know what else is endless (365 days a year)? Besides Christmas?! It’s love. Or it should be.

D Heywood’s simple metaphor is love = Christmas. But the weird heavy organ and cavernous echo on the vocals makes “365 Days of the Year (Christmas)” an R+B train wreck. It’s the thought that counts. Is what we say when the words don’t add up.

Pop bubblegum says the romance! Stella Roya (feat. Brysun) has ended years of loneliness when she got “Xmas with You.” Cute as babies! Then auto-tune rap spoils it all.

NeeNa Lee thinks “Every Day Should be Christmas” since Tis the season that we fall in love. Smooth soul seals the sentiment with a silky sizzle.

With more bounce, Nicole Mullen would love for Christmas to stay “365” days, since Love would be the gift we gave 365 days. Party R+B, but intimate as heck.