The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl, Fairytale of New York.
Christmas dreams, shattered and otherwise. Grubby lyrics and soaring music. Tenderness and hope – which, after all, is what Christmas is all about.
Merry Christmas. And a tip of the tuque to Walt Kelly, who brought joyous nonsense to Christmas when I was a boy.
Nick Lowe, Christmas at the Airport.
Sometimes you have to take Christmas where you find it.
Louis Prima and Keely Smith, Shake Hands with Santa Claus.
Wishing you the swingingest Christmas ever.
John Legend and Stephen Colbert, Nutmeg.
Ladies, Mr. John Legend wants to nog your egg.
Yogi Yorgessen, I Was Santa Claus at the School House (for the P.T.A.)
We had this on a 78 when I was a kid and every year my dad would play it and laugh till tears ran down his cheeks.
Christmas the cowboy way. With yodelling.
Paul Kelly, How to Make Gravy.
Continuing our theme of Yuletide incarceration.
John Prine, Christmas in Prison.
The searchlight in the big yard swings around with the gun
And it spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun.
Big Louie finds himself on the naughty list.
Robert Earl Keen, Merry Christmas From the Family. Almost certainly the only Christmas song to reference AA, Bloody Marys, and tampons.
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