Christmas Countdown: 2 years, months, weeks

Time to double down on the count. The number two is so primary, every other Christmas song mentions it. We’ll wend our way through the options to see if we can score pure silver

Having fun with some old friends, Some I’ve known since I was two, American Authors pulls out all the cheese to pop perform “Christmas Karaoke.” No irony here.

Having grief without friends and family, Paul Rhea (feat. Susan Shewbridge) sing folk about how “Christmas Just Ain’t Christmas Anymore.” We’ve nearly starved for two long barren years after some cold and heartless war. Metaphor? Or is this the perennial question of how ANYONE can have joy? Whew.

MBG BadBoy busts the rhyme slowly for a lonely “Christmas.” Two years now I’ve been looking for a girlfriend, he slurs. So that’s not a great holiday.

Also sad, Checklist laments that sometime, 2 years before You passed me by, though I was a pretty good boy. What follows, in metal toned rock earnestness, is a description of what our forlorn one found under the tree. “Next Year for Sure.” they conclude.

Snidely, Brato Useba charms with “The Proper Christmas Spirit,” which includes starting too early, buying crap, and silly emergencies [Shit we forgot to get something for your sister in law, Didn’t she have a baby two years ago in March?]. Symphonic pop that pleases.

After a tantrum by a “Pouty Kid (I See No Reason for the Season)” over disappointing gifts–Two years more the wiser, brother starts to speak up to set him straight. What results is a haunting, melodic philosophic dissertation about sucking it up from The Ornaments of Bowling Green. Nihilism ahoy.

Blue Alert! Shotgun Soul slow R+B/raps the cynical “It’s Christmas,” as in It’s fuckin’ Christmas like two months a year. Lots of cultural name-dropping to make hot-button points, but it’s millennial mopiness. Great for the disenfranchised.

Pissing and moaning, Thrice a Chuckle grunge pops how it’s “Too Soon for Christmas.” How too soon? It’s still two months away. Hey, that’s the holiday season! So, it’s ninety degrees outside! How do the Australians do it?!

Collin Derrick wants you to “Take Me South for Christmas.” The parameters? Just give me an ocean view for a week or two, baby–This Christmas. Ukulele pop happiness.

The suicide-by-chop tree in the woods is begging passersby to “Take Me Home for Christmas.” Aubryn makes scary lines like Let me be your family For a week or two pretty with her beer barrel slow folk pop.

Circling the drain, Currier describes a depressed one: suffering, desperate, immobile [Haven’t left this spot for nearly two weeks]. “How About Another Rum and Coke (Merry X-mas)” is glacial garage, slo-mo tragedy.

Dandy country rock from Cammi Rockey exposes “Rudolph’s True Glow“–he’s a lush! A menu of alcoholic beverages details how the lead-dear got completely lit. Two weeks after Christmas Rudolph’s senses had come back and couldn’t remember a thing. Don’t tell the kids.

Christmas Countdown: 3 else

God heavens, what else is there three of for Xmas?!

Well, you may have heard of ships. Apparently seeing them from Bethlehem was a show of faith because no body of water is visible from there. Or they were camels under the magi. Nobody much spoofs this hymn, so it’s time for the ol’ blog-meister to dip into his well of wits and share The North Pole Fisherman’s Association’s take:” “I Saw Three Fish.”

With insistent alt rock, Mark Soileau has got to get to his love “This Christmas (Right Now).” I knock three times, nervously waiting… guess what happens next?

Gabby B flaunts it in her power pop “Christmas Day.” Gingerbread cookies and a glass of milk–Stuff my stockings, I might hidе some; One’s for Santa, Three for me. Where’d those stuffed cookies go?

Always room for a rocker that begins Christmas trees are eating the pavement… but when Dionysos continues with I fall in love With three four ankles it have to include “Nicholsong” even with the uncertainty of its holidayishness.

More surrealism from Poncho Boy (feat. Money Mop), rapping Got three bands with the watch so I call it ice cream in a seasonal safari “A Very Poncho Christmas.” Say what?

Counting her blessings in the country strummer “Still Christmas in Nashville” Lori McKenna wishes God bless the server at the meat and three The smile on her face better than mac and cheese. Good on ya. Bless you back. (What’s a meat and three?)

Also counting, the kid of the song give a beggar “Three Little Pennies” in the Doug Stone country tear jerker. After a fake out the kid gets his bike for Xmas. Karma or Christ?

Back to Brendan Dalton with a piano bar ballad to Boromir’s treacherous tragedy in ‘Fellowship of the Ring.’ “A Merryless Christmas” is Pippin singing about losing his bestie as that bad Rohan king gets 3 arrows in his chest (and still fights!). (Merry adds he doesn’t want his holidays Pippin-less.) This is as cool as it gets for nerds.

“Vampire Christmas” is a metaphor for a modern man partier who is sucked dry by the culture. I guess. In the midst of this pop complaint comes Johnny Marsh’s breathless rap about how Nothing truly nothing really really ever lasts forever It kinda feels like living through a three ring fucking circus. Pithy poetry.

Bugged by modern times, Amy Grant soft pops “I Need a Silent Night.” Didn’t used to–there was a time Where people stayed home wishing for snow, Watching three channels on their TV; Look at us now.

Feeling like hell, Beat Happening plays kindergarten instruments for his “Christmas” song. He had sex three times on Christmas resulting in boredom and depression. Experimental pop, but, dude, i think you’re doing it wrong.

See, R J Word knows For “The First Three Hours of Christmas” Our parents aren’t gonna miss us (No)… so they can mess around. R+B/pop seduction.

Well, Meghan Tulles is so melancholic i can’t tell if the “Three Christmases” she spent with the addressed are the only, the last, or the first of a forever thing. Odd semi-country pop ballad.

Fine folk from Dave Almond, but he’s been sniffing pine needles or something, because beneath this tree If you look real close There’s two or three there of you and me in “(A World of) Tiny Lights.” Oooh.

Reeny Smith also waffles with fine piano jazz pop, telling “Dear Santa” she don’t really need nothing. Well, Hoping for a kiss or three, but no worries.

Objectophilia may be the way to go then. Henef claims: This song was made for you Singing those 3 words, I Love You, “Christmas Tree.” Alt pop perversity. The best kind.

Tiffany Houghton and Jay Alan get cozy skipping the big Xmas party [Sleigh bells ringing, oh wait that’s my phone–3 missed calls but we’re still at home] to be alone together and discover how 00you look “Better Without a Sweater.” Sultry pop.

Earlier in the relationship Viceboy asks you to Wear that sweater, and, also, Hi, do you wanna put up a tree with me; I have some ornaments from last year and and a star or three. This flirtatious awkward pop makes for a winning “Snowcity.”

Moving faster, Chloe Bee asks Let’s watch a movie or two or three And hang lights up from all the walls. “Snow Day” takes the pop ‘ship and runs with it.

Without the snow? Nothing good! “The No Snow Blues” pits Bob Sellon’s preparation [Got a new pair of boots, Got some sun screen for my nose, I got three pairs of socks on] against the dry, dry slopes. It’s a Christmas tragedy.

Hawksley Workman finishes up and wrangles “3 Generations” while they’re altogether in one house for a photographic opportunity. Great washtub jazzy pop. Practically Dixieland. Love it.

Christmas Countdown: 3 wishes/cheers/gifts/beers/ghosts

Three wishes are big about this time of the year. Tony Yazbeck and Patti Lupone duet “Three Wishes for Christmas” from the B’way musical ‘Gypsy.’ It’s for love, but Broadway show love.

Unable to afford a menorah, Dolly Parton offers “Three Candles” to make three wishes for Christmas [‘Cuz wishes do come true]. It’s Dolly.

Anne Murray wishes for “Christmas Wishes.” Then she country/pop demurs: I’d only ask for three. But they are the universe changing kind.

Twin League may be a bit over enthusiastic wishing Ho! Ho! Ho! Three cheers for Santa! with shouting and pop singing in the slightly catchy “Santa’s Sleigh.”

Ups and downs in Matthew McLaughlin’s “Chestnuts.” Christmas is a rollercoaster; Three cheers for the up and over… but that depends if you’re with him, Darlene. Otherwise, it’s alt rock all the way.

Stellar Kart gets less punk and more traditional with “Punk the Halls.” Three cheers for Christmas: Hey, hey, hey and a ho, ho, ho they sing, rather than wail.

Cheers? Beers! King Kendall seeks the perfect “Christmas Jam,” but seems to rap about whatever’s in front of him: Lookin outside tryina′ see reign deer; While Ty knockin’ back 3 beers (he drunk) And Mari sheds a tear (yup). Day inna random life.

“I’ll Never Drink with Santa Again” is Fabby Claus doing his drunk Elvis AND his drunk rockabilly smush mouth. It starts with One and one and one is three. Then it keeps going. Good stuff.

Backroom Stereo preferred the isolation of the Pandemic. In “I Hate the Snow” he rocks any excuse he can not to go out. Like snow! But I’ll walk to the pub, sit by the fire and have a beer or two, or maybe even three. Then snow’s not so bad.

With a better excuse, Secret Army punks out the pain when “Fired in Christmas.” Running into his mates, however, I order a beer, then two, then three and I start to feel alright. He even has a good night. But, the next morning….

Beers? Gifts! Boy bands are adorable when their lyrics make them out spoiled babies. Varsity Fanclub’s “It’s Christmas Again” chortles: Presents underneath the tree. One for you and three for me. The poppest of pop.

And… when Santa arrives… Our man of mystery bears a gift or three, according to the American rock of Jody Whitesides in “We’d Like to Wish You.” Yeah!

Solomon Burke know you want “Presents for Christmas.” In the best of R+B, he allows that all of you want Maybe one, two, or three toys. He’s on to something.

Maurice Fresh (feat. Shane Cashmere) raps about keeping the Christmas spirit with I told Santa I want 3 cars. “Big Sale” is rattatat rapping about making big.

A little Jerry Lee Lewis styling (welcome!) from Larson Lee details all the Christmas movie cliches that WON’T keep him from getting to his loved one, including Not even three ghosts Who showed Scrooge his grave Could scare me off this Christmas Day. “It’s No Christmas“without you!

Christmas Countdown: 3 degrees

Measuring is not the same as counting. It’s more like multiplying.

From the album Lipstick II Lipstick Generation absolutely rocks the pop with “Christmastime Machine.” This sci fi conceit may not save Christmas, you’ll have to stay tuned for Lipstick III. I’m in line, like right now!

Speaking of sequels, Monty Python’s “Christmas in Heaven” promises ‘The Sound of Music’ and ‘Jaws I, II, and III.’ A samba classic.

During an “Acid Christmas” 6radley observes We are all curled up by the fire Watching The Santa Clause 3 Then maybe Polar Express, Jingle All the Way, Muppets Christmas Carol… Keep going till we fall asleep… Light pop, believe it or not.

Not sure if he’s coming home from the military or prison, but he’ll be “Covered in Love” when he arrives from Flight number three to Minneapolis in Wonderstate’s middle of the road pop nothingsomuch song.

Bros lists of the Christmas things “These Things Comfort Me.” Three feet of snow makes the list. Peppy pop/rock. I mean, fun times, with clapping and falsetto.

Sassydee feels three feet small with all the mishaps of Christmas. But pop tunes entitled “Mistletoe” gotta end well, right?

I heard you got three feet of snow; and all we got here is rain, moans Tom Odell in the energetic rock-pop “Spending All My Christmas With You (Next Year).”

Paul the Messenger honors the fam and psalms with toasts: three times! “Xmas” is Carib rock and you’ll need a full glass nearby.

Not as devoted, Radar & Satellite sing Christmas time is here, Time to see people you see twice a year–Or maybe three times if Easter counts . “Party Foul” is not exactly irreverent, but the bass line is fresh. Rock on.

Crushing distantly, Juliet Lyons confides Three towns over There′s someone who’s on my list, then torch sings “Got That Twinkle.” Wishes, dreams, heart noises… it’s all here in fantasy pop music land.

After Tolkien’s trilogy, it’s a “Third Age Xmas (War Ain’t Over),” the curtain call for the survivors of LOTR from Brendan Dalton & The 1740 Boys Choir. This folk rocker springboards off ‘War is Over’–but goes so much further. The end.

Set to someone else’s music “Last Xmas” raps out another story of confusion: I learned a lot 3rd degree, burned a lot…. Tiarre T.P. keeps us guessing.

Tea Fannie frames her “Jingle Bells” with tales of her life, including not liking the cold cold three degrees temperatures. Sultry rap.

Smarmy country pop commands you to “Pick Out a Christmas Tree.” Dan + Shay direct you to go to Top shelf in aisle three and you always do what they sing, don’t you?

The Grinch had a threefold growth that get s a few allusive mentions. I love… watching the Grinch’s heart Grow three sizes, admits Abby Williams before launching into a torchy easy listening ode about being “Not Excited for Christmas.” (Hint: something to do with loneliness.)

Ryley Michael relates a visit from a Christmas ghost and Rudolph made his heart grow three sizes. “20/20 Christmas” is another rap adventure of hope.

The real elixir to all this solitude is Emerson Brophy, who has a real hate-on for the subject of his song: Being a Grinch is not my style, But my heart shrinks three sizes, Every time I see you smile. Yet, no one should be “Alone on Christmas.” So, good thought? Maybe, stay tuned.

Christmas Countdown: 3 and down, or up

Frozen Black Rose follows four mooks in a nudie bar with 3, 2, 1 days until Christmas Eve in the folk-pop “Merry (Les Miserables) Christmas.” It’s a testament to how awful we all are. Enjoy!

When conducting the Quaddy Junior Chuoir one must count: we go after three, yeah, Yeah, a one a two a one a two a one a two a one two three–Its Christmas! So, “Christmas Time, Wishing You a Very Merry Christmas” by Tim Johnson -Hull becomes staccato, repetitive, a marching tune of pop music. But, they’re on beat.

Uncertainly, Wapgang (feat. Carter Morrissette) counts through the rounds of “How the Grinch Copped Christmas” to keep the beat. Doesn’t work. Strange experimental song results.

Speaking of experimental… John David Lees sets Santa to flying, and SAILING [Racing out across the sea Ships drift by: One two three] to get the presents distributed. “Going to be Fine This Christmas Time” may be sampling ‘I Saw Three Ships’ or it may just be tweaking. Cool.

Antithetically, “X-Mas in Hell” by Sixx AM chronicles a diarist giving three reasons for writing in a diary, naked, under a Christmas tree, ODing. Spoken over metal.

Lowdy (feat. Shin Bia, Emily Sung, Khai & Zensang) is counting blessings: One time for the family, Two times for the friends, Three times for the people that always got your back no matter what you’re going Through. “Dear Christmas” is easy listening rap, though. Messy.

McKenna Noh can’t wait for your flight to arrive, so she prettily pop counts while Watching every snowflake falling like One, two, three (Two, three) in “Eve.”

Full of love and happiness, Patrick Vargas announces it’s “Christmas Time” 1, 2, 3, go! Rocking pop with a nice backbeat.

Shy Boyz are willing to share “The Meaning of Christmas.” Stand back… I know the meaning of Christmas now, Here we go, you ready guys, 3, 2, 1… blast off! Don’t let this R+B pop fool you, the meaning is actually

The kid telling the tale of “Selfie With Santa” is lying in wait Xmas night. At the right moment he’ll ambush and say, Well on the count of three give me that magic smile. Big band fluffiness.

As a charming bridge in “The Day After Halloween (It’s Christmas Again)” Hidden Horizon stops rocking to yell out Nice sled brother, Let’s go to the hill, 1 2 3 Go. Look out below! Worth it to include this gem.

Gonna put some ornaments on the tree, And at the count of three, We gonna see the lighting, sings Christafari in a fine Reggae rendition of “Deck the Halls.” Ya, mon.

Vinny the Comb calls on us to “Recycle Christmas” tongue in cheek. He rocks on sending back the cards, watering down the whiskey to redrink, and We’ll gather up all Frosty’s balls Stack them one two three.

Christmas Countdown: 3 others

Two’s company, three’s a crowd (one’s a corporation?)… but sometimes, when it’s dark and cold, three can be cozy.

Bob Dylan is asking (spoken word) that you stop and hear the “Three Angels” playing their horns in a nowhere corner of Montana. I may have missed ’em.

Just as disappointed Mel Bryant worries that you won’t “Keep Christ in Christmas.” In this brilliant, profane folk-pop rant she fingers speeders, hypocrites, and billboards [that say: ‘Three angels give earths final warning‘].

Another reminder from Wright Now: that first Christmas was much different; No bed or walls in that cattle stall Just a family of three with no place left to sleep. Soft rock makes “Let This Christmas be Different” easier to bear. It’s an object lesson with rhythm.

Much more preachy is a houseless family in Ray Boltz’s pop panegyric “The Gift.” Shivering and without, suddenly they are swarmed with gifts, the note reading: Inside the three of you The real heart of Christmas. Get it?!

Much more fun is Squeeze’s interp of Mary and Joseph in “Christmas Day.” Industrial pop rephrases the manger scene: The man on the desk didn′t hear them right When the two of them booked for three. Thus the rock.

Graeme Connors folk-pop poeticizes “Christmas in Melbourne” where all manner of (unfortunate) magical realism melts the mind, including three cops bearing gifts from the East (they bring him around with a Christmas slap).

The antidote to that might be Bootscoot’n Betty with my band of three kid-song-ing “It’s Christmas Time in the Great Outback.” Don’t forget to recycle out there!

The colorful characters in Mikey Powell’s “And a Happy New Year” have worse lives than Elanor Rigby. The soft pop serves up a broken homed teen, empty widower, and single mother [Three children, two jobs and overdue rent] who wish each other pointless cheer. Buckle up, ye of privilege… it’s brutal out there.

Also bottom drawer, the millennials of Default Genders who steal as a political protest [At Christmas, three of us blazing In the parking lot of a bar you were DJing] celebrate with a fizzy pop “Christmas Card from a Scammer in Minneapolis.” At least they got each other.

Desperate for family when ties seem to have been cut, Daily Norris sees that a Table set for three (If you count the dog) is not quite what we used to call Christmas cheer. “You Feel Like Christmas” is a soft pop cry for help. You better deliver.

When THAT sitch is blown, Penny and Sparrow feature a narrator who only wants not to be so damn lonely. Long soaring rock notes of sorrow belabor his wish when she comes back to pick up the dog: Let’s have a “Neat Christmas,” like we used to, All three of us, just like it was…

Well I wanted just to see you on my lonely Christmas eve, Instead I′ve got two dogs who want to spend some time with me begins the sad sack of “I Want My Christmas Back.” Upbeat pop at least. Brett Emerson Wagner, at least, knows how to front the party.

Another solution is to wish for a “Mistress for Christmas.” According to AC/DC’s metal, Wanna be in heaven with three in a bed.

Even more comfortable, Nat King Cole has “My Little Christmas Tree.” Little? You’re big enough for three. Smooth jazzy easy listening

.Just the three of us, man we’re gonna have a party; Everybody else can go to hell may be the healthiest attitude here. Patrick Van Sante (feat. Tim Kerssens, Jaco Bakker & Auke Broertjes) play punk like a kidsong (with penny whistle) to let you know “With Christmas I’ll be Drunk.” And loving it.

Christmas Countdown: 3 gals

Rappers oft enjoy a wordplay, like having sexy girls interested in them for Christmas. Three hos, y’see. Like Santa’s chuckle, aight? Most of these are boys being nasty a-hole Boyz. But we’ll allow some near-mysogynistics: “Iced Out Christmas” by Dustinfool (feat. Baoii) is (practically) good clean fun.

“All The Way” dares to rap about love. But Chance the Rapper and Jeremih refrain: Hey, I got three hoes on the way (on the way) Got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh), so i dunno. Just having fun, i guess.

Snoop Dogg (ft. C.S. Armstrong & Lil Half Dead) bring us “3 Hos for the Holidays.” Swirly and twirly hijinx, Got that?

Gettin’ BLUE ALERT “Holiday Spirit (Merry Christmas)” by Ray Rav (feat. Chillin’ Chad) is still adolescent wilding rap: On my wishlist I want a banana porche, 3 hoes like I’m Santa Claus–Kiss under the missletoe. Good dirty fun.

Turns out when white people sing sprightly pop “3 Hos” is actually about Santa’s catch phrase. Kiesza & Chris Malinchak go full show tune pop. Still BLUE ALERT, though.

Nostalgia is killing Lori McKenna, stuck out of state and yearning for that family portrait she no longer has–country pop style: Three sisters in pajamas at the top of the stairs, Mom and Dad saying, y’all wait right there. “North Pole” is as far as that memory, y’all.

Evocative blues-pop from Rickie Lee Jones pictures: The streets are all empty, But for we three Queens Who follow the fire Of an old guitar That burns so bright Over the local bar. “Christmas in New Orleans” is like that.

Christmas Countdown: 3 guys

No end of lyrics from Christmas songs mention the magi, three wise men or kings, but let’s sample out the good ‘uns. (Yeah, i don’t usually do that.) So, i only offer 12 here and skipped over another 20 i coulda subjected you to. Pay attention and don’t get stuck.

Bruce Cockburn rouses us with jaunty rock/pop in “Early on One Christmas Morn.” The men here see a star and bring jewels. The star could be the kid, but the jewels aren’t Hebrew–if ya’know whatta mean.

Johnny Reid is more tentative with his folk-pop “Winter Star.” It led the kings to Him. He makes you wanna sing-along, almost insists on it.

Robbie Williams gets raunchy if not reverent with “Walk This Sleigh” a sprightly rocker that has doubts: Pushed to find three wise men You; definitely won’t find a virgin. Seems to find Spice Girls merch, though.

Hello Saferide’s “iPod-X-Mas” BLUE ALERT also frets: They say there’s suppose to be three wise men; I’ve been searching but I haven’t found a single one. Pop fun.

SannaBlue Baker haunts us with a country saga of being lost in the ice and snow. “Bring Me Home (To The Sounds Of Christmas)” is what his parents did, with songs about the nativity… or did they? Brrr.

Et Repudiata reframe the legend in “The Krampus Cometh.” Herein the metal, the three wisemen are just lost. Evil triumphs. So, no on the shopping.

Ultimate smoothness from Billy Eckstine, “Christmas Eve” uses big band to put the star, stable, and three wise men on the corner of a table in your home. Admire.

Three homies showing’ up to give mad love to Joe’s son may be a rapper’s delight of the Nativity, so Asher Roth’s “Pantophobia” (nicely presented by Basic Concepts) gets us the low down of this hoedown. Good grief.

Peter Link has a peripatetic pop memory problem. But “I Remember Christmas” And the shepherds and the wise men three. Show tune romping.

Howlin’ Bill is all alone this year: No elves, no three wise men Coming from the east… so he down home country calls out to “Rudolph” for company. Yeehaw ha ha.

Finger-poppin’ doo woppin’ a cappella from Boyz II Men reps these guys as a misty silhouette of three kings Bringing all the most precious jewels. “The Birth of Christ” is breezy and cool.

But, does that beat Irish rap? The wisemen and the prophets number three according to “The Third Noel” prettily played (with political agenda, natch) by Christmas Crackas (feat. The Maynooth LGBT Communist Choir).

Herod the Fink goes knee-slappin’ positive punk with “Christmas in the UK.” Here come the wisemen, all three are draped in sheets, Down at the school for the Christmas pantomime. Tra la la lala.

Christmas countdown: 3 days/nights

2mx2 bilingually settle in to party alt-pop style with “Wish You Merry Christmas.” Like if your birthday Fell on a Thursday, Three-day weekend getting prettier the later that it’s turning. All the more to party you with.

Uncertain this season, Three days before Christmas David Childers with the Bank Cormorants softly folk-pops “Christmas Bells” about love, loss, and loneliness. Get off your butt and help him, listener!

Unhappy this season, Three days away is Christmas Day… Stuck in bed with a throbbing head, Jeremy Walker has “Strep Throat for Christmas.” Electric country from a previous time. Classic.

Terribly unhappy this season, Denny Strickland outlines his woes: Mother’s a closet smoker; Daddy’s 3 days sober; Joy is spilling over… “Merry Christmas (Real World)” is a soft rock spiritual cold drink in the face. Then a match. Go with it.

In polar opposition, Marcy Playground soft rocks Three days ’til Christmas, I can’t wait that long; If I could I’d be a saint, I have this complaint: Why can’t Christmas be today? “Keegan’s Christmas” is a winter wonderland of slurry joy.

I woke up this morning and found it had rained; Three days till Christmas; was it too late? begins the epic prog rock from Liquid Eye. “All I Want for Xmas is Snow” they emphasize. I’m on the edge of my seat.

SKA BREAK! Mu330 anticipates YOU as a gift when it’s “Three Days Til Christmas.” A countdown commences. I hope you’re not socks!

Jay Dub had you, but BLUE ALERT lost you three days before Xmas. Rap anger-regret throttles “12/22 Forver.” I may or may not be rooting for them.

Aragorn (from LOTR) has more than the burden of helping save Middle Earth. He also misses his betrothed three days on the road. “Arwen (Are You Leaving Me on Christmas?)” is another of those kookily professional pop love ballads from Brendan Dalton with The 1740 Boys Choir. Awesome.

More resigned, St. Mick and The Angel still rock happily “It’s Christmas Didn’t You Hear?” Dad is busy putting up the lights, The Same ones have fallen down the past three nights. Ironic hope, my favorite.

Christmas Countdown: 3 decades/years/months/weeks

Matt Dorrien moves from Portland in time to have “Christmas in L.A.” Soft rock to pick the neighborhood: Three decades ago Wasn’t safe after dark. But it’s gonna be okay. ‘Cuz Christmas.

MxPx want you to have enough cheer in the rocking “Christmas Day.” How much is enow? There’s Chistmas cheer, enough to last you three whole years! Get some!

One of my favorite comedy ‘bits’ about being split up for Xmas is “Xmas Blues” by Big Tyme. In this spoken word masterpiece, Otis is banging on the door wanting Bonquisha to let him in for a Merry Christmas. He admits three years ago, he bought crabs instead of ham… but this year’ll be better.

Sadder is Ondara’s “Mother Christmas.” Oh, I want my mother here for Christmas; Oh, it’s been three years and oh I miss her goes the lament in bluesy pop. Three years? I guess that’s enough time to think about what you did.

Rebound time with The Kota, autotune rap/R+Bing who confesses, My heart was broke three years ago; I don’t wanna spend thе holidays here alone–My hеart still been healing though. “Christmas on the Channel” is the answer to seasonally affected time.

Kristin Hope Key is having a bad season: Late for work three weeks in a row… and so much worse! But in her best jazzy horrid audio she torch sings “All I Want for Christmas is Forgiveness.” What would the birthday boy do?

Carbon Leaf is picking and grinning in the luscious countdown “Christmas Child.” Starting three weeks out they run us to the breathless conclusion with joy. Pop by way of bluegrass.