Gayla Peevey, I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. Though it’s been said many times, many ways, some girls just don’t want rhinoceroses.
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Walla Walla, Wash., an’ Kalamazoo!
Robert Earl Keen, Merry Christmas From the Family. Because it’s just not Christmas without a can of fake snow.
With Boston Charlie
Patty Surbey & the Canadian V.I.P.s – (I Want) A Beatle For Christmas. Dammit, Santa, she said Ringo, not bingo.
Deck us all
Once again this goes out, with tidings of comfort and joy, to the Mickleblog.
Nyuck nyuck nyuck and ho ho ho.
Merry Christmas, everybody
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.
Boola boola Pensacoola hulla-baloo!
Nick Lowe, Christmas at the Airport.
Sometimes you have to take Christmas where you find it.
Trolley Molly don’t love Harold
Louis Prima and Keely Smith, Shake Hands with Santa Claus.
Wishing you the swingingest Christmas ever.
Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou!
John Legend and Stephen Colbert, Nutmeg.
Ladies, Mr. John Legend wants to nog your egg.
Alley-ga-roo!
Christmas the cowboy way. With yodelling.
Cauliflower
Paul Kelly, How to Make Gravy.
Continuing our theme of Yuletide incarceration.
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