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Current Christmas Favourites

Christmas music is the main staple of my listening diet these days. I am eagerly awaiting the 2010 Christmas Mix from Fuel/Friends, and otherwise enjoying a playlist that may or may not include a Celine Dion album (although, apparently, I'm not supposed to admit that) and 200 other songs for the season.


Snow Club - Christmas TV

The "Come on home" chorus reminds me of a poem I wrote about a week before I first heard this song. I love it.


Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (You Don't Have to Put on the Red Light)

Either Christmas treason, or the best thing ever. (Every time I hear Roxanne I am reminded of the time a friend sang this song at karaoke, turning every "Roxanne" into "Beth Anne" and pointing me out to the entire bar.)


It Snowed - Meaghan Smith

I WANT A SNOW DAY LIKE THAT!!!!


The Holidays Are Here (and we're still at war) - Brett Dennan

I think this is a great contrast to Xmas is Here (War is Over).


and the too-indie-for-youtube songs:

Jeremy Fisher - Kamikaze Christmas Economy (I Owe)
Also fitting for most of us. I like the political commentary and recentering of values...


I'll Be Home for Christmas - Amanda Rogers
I've never heard this song sung by a woman before, and for some reason, it guts me.


Zechariah and the Least Expected Places - So Elated
This one...I just love love love it. Like I love love love Jesus.

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  1. Thanks for sharing! I'm making a mix with the sibs and was looking to introduce some new songs for our enjoyment! Thanks for informing and now shaping our mix :)

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