John Prine visits with you a spell in his chatty “A John Prine Christmas.” It includes time when he was three what got him almost taken to the hospital. Story time! (Watch for polka coda!)
Only a little less sentimental, Sandra Cross’s soft pop “Snowflakes” heaps on the sweetness, including when we’d Decorate the Christmas tree With things we made when we were three. Aww now.
Boarding school croons from Jeff and Deb Conrad. “Can I Come Back Home for Christmas” itemizes the troubles: I don’t remember daddy much, ′cause I was only three When he went to be with Jesus, leaving you and Clint and me. Bluegrass country big woes.
Nico Reservoir raps out some “Naughty Boy” plans. It involves the lonely Mrs. Claus. Heavens, but: I haven′t been a nice boy since I was three. Not blue.
The Boxmasters sling the blues when they promise of their own families that they’ll never spend “Christmas on the Road.” See, growing up Dad didn’t hold such a promise: The first time we were thrown out, I was maybe three years old. Shows us more than tells us. Powerful stuff. Tell ’em, Billy Bob.
Three? Is it early or late?! United Vibe got some swing waiting up: Where is he, man? It’s nearly quarter to three! He’s hoping to get a girl, the perfect girl, for Christmas. And she’ll be his “Mrs. Claus.” Go, cat.
Friskar Viljor has the dreads: We woke up one day and I said stay away; It was Christmas to be, we had cried until three yesterday… “Oh No” is a rocking polka of a horrorshow. I’m going to recommend it.
Kill Hannah hits the garage running with “New Heart for Christmas.” This breakup rocker begins so lonely: Navy pier at Christmas you can go at 3am–There will be no one. Icy good.
Also extra early and urbanely depressed, DubleAADank raps boyishly, amateurishly about “Christmas in Hampton.” Colorful, descriptive, though: Want to go J’s but their closed past three, But that’s just Christmas in Hampton for me.
Amusing SUBurban rap from Danny Rick Rick laments: Waking up on Christmas morn I got a feeling I was bad cause my body′s so sore; This usually means I slept walked till 3. “I Know You Want My Snickerdoodle” is casually naughty, but addresses no real social issues. Fine by me. Happy merry.
Girly mushiness from Bridget O’Shannessy dreams: You wake me up with a kiss at quarter past three, You taste like nutmeg and cinnamon brandy. “Christmas Night” is country/pop romanticism overdone sweetly.
Even happier, and country-er, is Tammy Wynette’s “One Happy Christmas.” I heard the doorbell ringing as the clock was striking three, I thought can that be Santa Claus since this is Christmas Eve… but it was that wandering dad returned! All’s forgiven!
It starts and ends 3 O’clock on Christmas morning for Lovers Turn to Monsters in “Circles,” an alt-pop tale of loss both succinct and sad. What it lacks in details it doesn’t make up.
Jeff Speight gets a bit melancholy In the nigh; It’s quarter past three, The snow has stopped falling… and like that Christmas is over. Still, he’s going to light pop wish “Merry Christmas to You.”
All detailed, “Next Christmas Eve” is pop unplugged from CHG Music. The hopeful sentiment is mired in lonely lowness: The kitchen sink, feels so small Here at a Quarter to Three, From the piled-up dishes or a far-away dream. Mixed.
Well, it guess Christ was born “Past Three A Clock” according to an old hymn, handled Celtic-ly by The Chieftans (with The Renaissance Singers and Ronnie Lee). Get up! And–i dunno–dance!
Flo and Joan agree with that timeline in their profane “Christmas (Live).” But their samplings of hymns and sing-along lounge schtick works. Bam a lama lama bam.
Chef and Kitz present gospel harmony with lyrics like: ’Twas Christmas Eve three o’clock in the morning When the little elf gave me this warning: He said don’t open your Christmas stocking Otherwise you’ll be a dead man walking. “The Little Elf” gets nothing but crazy after that. Can i say wow? Playing with fire.
Doo Wop’s back! I remember a Christmas long ago, Christmas Eve taking sleigh rides out in the snow; Later on that night, ’bout a quarter to three Seems I asked you to marry me. And The Echelons vocals go nuts! “Christmas Long Ago” is what it’s all about. God bless.
G. Love with Special Sauce is happy about new laws. “Christmas Joint” used to be a where, now: Prohibition is over just like four leaf clovers; reefer brings so much joy life. So this bluegrassish pop sparks new celebrations for Jesus.
Santa’s bringing four-packs of beer for all, according to “Christmas at the Plate” by Plate Tectonics (feat. Leo Decoy & Javier Gonzalez). Short and sweet garage rock that jams how much you might wanna limit yourself.
BLUE ALERT from CamilosGarden gets nasty all over a Mariah track: On a sleigh and we pouring up a four. The rapping “All I Want for Christmas is Drill” is on the naughty list.
Kelly Clarkson wants Santa to know she just wants one thing. “4 Carats.” Power pop on a breathless golddigger level.
The “Four Lights of Advent” mark the four Sundays in December. According to Catholicism, each has a superpower. Mary Thienes Schunemann presides with gospel clarity over this musical lesson.
Sophielein wants to know so many things this rainy Christmas time. How do I sing along to the same four Christmas songs? she laments in “Wrapped Up,” an unplugged slow slow slow meditation on pop. Can’t help ya, sis–gotta walk that lonely road alone.
Question and response from Sufjan Stevens about how crappy Santa Claus is: what ya gotta be so absurd? You make it sound like Christmas is a four-letter word. “Get Behind Me, Santa!” is the folky prog pop Sufjan does best. Now with spelling!
After last call, a big man with a white beard took the stage, counted down to 4, as his boot heel stomped the floor, He grabbed the mic, and this is what he said… Have a “Honky Tonkin’ Texas Country Christmas.” Guess what musical style Dylan Shane Moore said that in.
Upbeat Wild Earp wants you to “Be Generous This Christmas.” How far does this extend in his kidsong pop polka? All I need from you is just a little kiss or two Or three or four, he sings.
Nick and Gabe are “Dating Four Girls” who observe different December holidays. Around the world with their white-boy rap. Hilarious.
Excellent surf rock from The Yule Logs, “Four Calling Birds” focuses on the love that is a wildlife gift. Who is calling whom?
Phil Lea gets high pitched to go downtown, you know euphemistical-like. “Santa Comes Home” is all about after hours Christmas time, promising I’m talking 4 times the pleasure. R+B rapping.
More modern, Michael M avers “Baby, I Will Zoom You This Christmas.” It’s tough being apart during the Pandemic holidays. Please show me the tree In 4K HD, he alt-rocks with festive gusto. Funny stuff.
La Buttue represents a girl who can’t get out of bed on “Xmas” despite pie and The carols sing On BBC Radio 4. Fragrant flute backs this echoic pop. Lonely fun.
Big Beautiful Williams notes “All I Want For Christmas” includes whiskey and smoke, but oddly begins with All i need is that gorilla glue number 4 With a big jacket wrapping around it You understand? Uhh, no. Don’t. (Inhalants? Medical supplements? DIY?) Melodic rap.
Carbon Leaf takes the Advent approach, counting the days of “Winter’s Eve” (including December 4, when he pushes the cloves into a tangerine. Despite the barn burning pop, it’s angsty.
The Stayawakes take us back to the ’90s where they CEL-E-BRATE with pop driven rock with a passel of parcels, including Police Academy 4 on the big screen at Christmas. “Let’s Stayawake This Christmas Eve” is more than a suggestion, it’s the whole shebang.
In Louis Armstrong’s original jazz classic “‘Zat You, Santa Claus?” the poor schmoe is terrified by the cold winds and banging noises. Others, like the chucklesome Harry Connick, Jr. note the four winds. I like the sultry, seductive Lyn Stanley who seems to have snares set with bass rhythms and scat.
John Moore is trapped in an airport whiteout, so has the time to notice the “35 Different Kinds of Snow” out there in where the four winds blow. Hopping pop. Wee!
Meanwhile… inside… home is closing in around us. Dala Girls are heartbroken ’cause you’re leaving during the holidays, in your “Hockey Sweater.” Four corners to my bed, Four angels ’round my head… count ’em. Gorgeous harmony for pop.
Stuck within the four walls is Alayna Kaelyn, separated from you in the sad “Alone at Christmas.” Looking at the sky a lot, so maybe no roof. Slow, breaking pop.
Looks like a prison, esp. when you’re alone. The soft pop of “(I Fucking Hate) Christmas” BLUE ALERT from Frank Hamilton prettily describes What do you buy the man who’s lost everything: Four walls, three chords, two bottles of wine. Even the fireplace is oppressive.
These four walls they keep caving in; It doesn′t feel like Christmas time at all, Capri moans prettily in the suffering Paean “Christmas in Our Hearts.” Stuck in masks that hide our grins is more nice than my memories of the times.
“Covid Christmas” also troubles John Rahme, stuck between four walls. Pounding amateur rocking about going insane.
Carrying Goodness makes the best of it by drinking to “Winter.” It rocks. You barely notice being stuck.
Stephen Colbert’s ’08 Christmas special was finale-ed with his co-stars Elvis Costello and John Legend about the individualistic free will thing for the holidays. “There are Much Worse Things to Believe in” is a jazz-shaped show tune lounge act that makes you go hmm. And a one-man four-part Christmas carol, so really individualistic.
Cha$e D’Amico likes “Ice Skating.” Got the blades running on the ice so smoothly, I’m like a 4th Migo feeling bad and boujee! Sharply syncopated rap. Not like skating, musically.
In the best times VonE says Regardless of what I got you felt the loving In our house of just four. But the weird atonal falsetto meandering of “Merry Christmas” makes this rap (?) a horrorshow. A long one.
Chris Rea wails on his axe for the IRONIC “Joys of Christmas.” I see all the tough guys… out on the street...Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do? Masterful wordjazz that’s not joyful, not at all.
Also down in the dumps, Weatherfield barely sings his way through “Christmas Song.” Folk misspoken leads us to loss: This Christmas there’ll be 2 or 3 of us If we’re lucky maybe 4. As way of explanation, the las line is I just quit drinking so i know nothing at all.
I have four children strong and proud, And they have children too, warbles John McDermott. But it makes him have “Christmas Memories,” so with the finest Celtic pipes he hopscotches around hearths and homes with earnest cornballery.
More family fun from “Holiday Fun,” a jumpin’ breathless rocker from Andres Javier. Set to descend on the fam with gifts in tow, he reports: My bros and I are the four kings come in the night. Get that Christmas spirit ready, y’all.
In a Stinkin’ hot December Melanie Gray travels Australia: Pack up my swag and head off Down a 4×4 trail road, Following the stars Where all the wisemen go. It’s all in the service of an “Outback Christmas Tree.” They’re more scary than Noble.
One of the reasons “Santa Stole My Girlfriend” was the ride. In this he sang/she sang, she barbs: So I know you have 4 wheel drive but…I left the car keys on the table–The sleigh is much more stable. Chris and Bri leave things up in the air, but this goofy pop/country is not turning back.
Thrice a Chuckle fell on the ice, hit his head, and saw a “Red Sled.” Others are skeptical of this rocking revelation–Even though it has four wheels, I know you know it’s real. Believe, you fools.
“Drivin’ Home for Christmas” Fralphie Jenkins realizes he’s forgotten something. Pop rocking the search I′m down on all fours, seeing what I see: I’d rather be home by the Christmas tree. Wotta revolution’ development.
I think there’s snow in “Winter Song” by Januzzi Watchmen. You see, when they pop harmonize: Four feet below you is the ground–i get the chills.
A charming rap take on the Grinch, Bswift’s “Stealing Christmas” tells the whole tale, introducing a girl named Cindy Lou No taller than 4 foot 2. She’s a Who, not a ho, bro.
Shivan has a whispery banjo fantasy in the folk “This Christmas.” That time, that kiss, leaving footprints in fours in the snow… ahh, love.
Lord Ferzy seems to be recording in his car, but the rap/R+B story of “Christmas is Gonna be in Heaven Tonight” takes a turn with the memory: four years ago I was waiting on my own For you to wish me a Merry Christmas, which happened and happiness was had. But now, not so happy. Meaning–oh, no.
Aimee Mann BLUE ALERT leans into the excuse-making alt-pop “I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up for Christmas.” Four more weeks that couldn’t make any difference, Except maybe to you. Heard it all before. But it is melodic.
Five for Fighting plays with offbeats and voice cracking for “Policeman’s Xmas Party.” After an unexplained crime scene, 4 weeks later it’s still Raining in the Park, Marine with a gun guards my house after dark… Yeah, dark. And pop.
“Four Days to Go” from The Starshine Singers is kidsong from the elementary school stage. The days count down, the temp increases. Appropriate.
Travel this time of the year is not so merry: I’m spending 4 hours on a plane, yet again I’m losing 3 hours when I get there, but I don’t care, whisper-plains Asya Aydin in the hypnotic “I’m Coming Home.” Pop oddness.
All the innocent kids Are running around without cover For more than four seconds in “A Civilian Christmas.” Burmese Bombshells take an easy listening lounge approach to the wartime madness easing into festive gladness. My!
The narrator in “Father Christmas” remembered believing in Santa when he was four. But in the modern days (of the ’70s) that icon gets no respect. The Kinks rock the not-quite-punk.
Skip Ewing tugs the heartstrings and country music guitar strings with the shameless orphan story of “Christmas Carol,” a three or four year old who breaks the heart of a mall Santa with adoptive consequences.
Dave Henninger gets more modern with a folk-infused country in “Merry Christmas to You.” The dear little one addressed is remembered as new born, When you were a little older–I would say around 3 or 4, and even today. Parental wonderment.
Driving through the Midwest, Nanci Griffith prefers “Shaking out the Snow.” Yet, she recalls in pop cum country, the mean prank one Christmas morn’ when I was four. My brother told me it was warm. This resulted in a deep seated pneumo-trauma. Shake it, girl.
Despite having heard some footsteps in the hall outside my door (The same ol’ Christmas trick my dad had played since I was four), the hero of Harry Connick Jr.’s “(It Must’ve Been Ol’) Santa Claus” does look outside… Big band magical shenanigans follow.
Loud Letters travels from the mysticism of being four to today when he’s on auto pilot. Alt-pop details something that’s “Like Christmas” but can never be again. Not like when a child. Bummer.
Is 4 in the morning late or early? Zac Schultze Gang notices Just when I am thinking That the night is at an end, I end up in Coyotes and I’m there till 4AM in “A Medway Christmas.” That’s one of those ancient type locales in eastern England; so pop Brit rock.
Four o’clock, and I’m still up is also a problem for the poet-troubadour Cyrus Dali Vesuvala on his electric softt pop “Christmas Morning.”
Lil Kuzi recalls his Christmas List finally done I was up til four, when he heard a sound… But, BLUE ALERT it wasn’t nothing but his over imaginative conscience. “Saint Nick” lands like rap existentialism.
King Virtue couldn’t wait, so like most kids he’s up by 4 A.M. in “Christmas is My Favorite Holiday.” Fun rock with lots of pop music tinseled over it.
The Veras rock the family get-together, though Grandad‘ll be sound asleep by ten to four. “Have a Merry Christmas Time” is still a party and a half.
Destinee Maree is all about the home for the holidays. [Dinners at 4 and you better not be late.] She even swaps out boots, coats and rings off the gift list for the most precious things Love, life, family. “Everything” is lulling R+B sweetness.
Cainn9ne (feat. Trey K) raps the at-home life as well, but Granny out here baking cookies: We ate em after four–so there are house rules. “It’s That Time” may have multiple meanings.
Silver Mouth notes the sun setting at a quarter past four, so maybe this siren pop is more southernly. Regardless “Hold On.”
Back to Christmas morning. The Stew Boys are begging BLUE ALERT! for Christmas off, but instead they’re up at 4 A.M. to “Make the Stew.” Hope you’re happy. The plodding pop makes me quite so.
