UPDATE: Here’s the “Best of” list.
Christmas. It’s time of great joy and, at least according to American shopping malls and radio stations, it begins somewhere right after the Fourth of July.
For Catholics, the start of the Advent season is joyous and you can Share Your Christmas Traditions with The Catholic Review. For others less connected to Christianity, Christmas songs bring them closer to the faith, even when they’re unaware. Bing Crosby’s version of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” for instance, covers you like a warm blanket.
The right tune can lift up even the most dampened spirits. Other songs, however, can have us all murmuring “Bah! Humbug!”
So, over the next few days, I thought I’d share my favorite Christmas tunes, but start with the five songs that have me scrambling for the off button.
Without further ado… THE WORST CHRISTMAS SONGS. EVER. (P.S. if you think I’m crazy or can do better, post your comments below!)
5. Santa Baby: It’s the song that makes everyone uncomfortable at the office Christmas karaoke party. I once played Santa. Never again.
Do we blame Eartha Kitt?
4. Baby It’s Cold Outside: We get it, dude. The date didn’t go that well. Step away from the door and let her go home already.
3. Wonderful Christmastime: No one writes catchy melodies like Paul McCartney. Hardcore Beatles debate whether he was the best band member. When critics create pros and cons lists for McCartney, “Wonderful Christmastime” has to be No. 1 on the cons. The song is three minutes of a McCartney, what appears to be pogo ball and some jangling bells battling it out for most annoying noise. By the time you’re done reading this, you’re undoubtedly singing “Wonderful Christmastime’s” hook. Sorry about that.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9BZDpni56Y&fs=1&hl=en_US] 2. Crabs for Christmas: It’s so Baltimore, it’s almost making fun of it. The 1990s area hit is the handwork of David DeBoy. Thick “Balmer” accents abound. It’s the localized “Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer.” That’s not a good thing.
1. I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas: Written by John Rox and performed by 10-year-old Gayala Peevey, this 1953 song is like an audio sledgehammer to the head. I can help but visualize Peevey running around the studio playing air trombone like she’s in the marching band. It plays to the worst commercialism aspects of Christmas. Peevey sounds like Veruca Salt before she longed for a golden goose.