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Saturday Sing Along: Terrible Holiday Tunes

There are a lot of lovely Christmas songs out there. And then there are the ones that shouldn't have been written. Now, I enjoy some of these as much as the next person. But let's not pretend they're actually any good.

Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer -
I wasn't allowed to listen to this song as a child. We did anyway. (Sorry, Mom.) In the original video, it seems she didn't die afterall. Grandpa seems a bit disappointed...

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas -
Not only is this a preposterous request, but she has a ridiculously nasal voice. Why do we love this song so much?

The Chipmunk Song -
ALVIN! (need I say more?)

Please Daddy (Don't Get Drunk This Christmas) -
Okay, this is actually a serious song. But heartbreaking. A little out of sync with the majority of Christmas tunes. You can't hate it, because that's like denying the Holocaust. But who wants to listen to it on their regular rotation of Christmas cheer?

It's Christmas Time -
White Christian rapper with chipmunk-esque back-up. WOW. Thanks to Rhianna, who cut my hair and introduced me to this song. I used to love KJ-52...

Do They Know It's Christmas -
I am AMAZED at how much radio time this song gets. Is it not incredibly egotistical and colonial?

These are the ones that come easily to mind; I'm sure I've missed many. Any you want to suggest for inclusion next time?


mellamovaca said…
ha, i grew up singing grandma got run over with my mom... i would definitely add "mary did you know." or anything else that reminds me of those nights in december in 1993 settling in to watch dr. quinn medicine woman.
Rhianna said…
Thanks for the shout out! IT is still awesome on SO MANY LEVELS!!
J.r. Fisher said…
I would like to recommend this one for next time.
Beth said…
jr- oh yeah! i forgot about that one. can't wait to hear you and stephen singing it NON STOP for the next few days :)

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