There's a lot of songs and stories around this time of year. And you always get to see the good stuff. Unfortunately, you see it over, and over and over. Until you can't stand it any more. Conveniently, there's also a lot of stuff out there that you really don't see enough.
Weird Al, for example, did his tribute to Christmas and nuclear war.
In the 1958 pilot to the series 77 Sunset Strip, they introduced a hep-cat character named Kookie, who turned out to be a serial killer. But he was so popular that they decided to ignore that completely. Efram Zimbalist, Jr., did a bumper for the second episode where he looked into the camera and informed the audience "We previewed this show, and because Edd Byrnes was such a hit we decided that Kookie and his comb had to be in our series. So this week, we'll just forget that in the pilot he went off to prison to be executed."
(His predilection for standing around combing his hair actually led to Connie Stevens and him making the most annoying hit song ever, "Kookie, Kookie, Give Me Your Comb." Look it up for yourself if you just have to hear it.)
But he did take Clement Moore's classic The Night Before Christmas, and left us one of the more awesome retellings, Yulesville.
(Oh, and a big tip of the Santa hat to Gilligan at Retrospace for finding that one.)
There really isn't much you can add to the following video. So I'll just give the six word summary: Neil Gaiman did a Christmas poem.
Seattle DJ Bob Rivers likes to do Christmas songs. Like this one.
Now, the song "Baby, It's Cold Outside" isn't by any means underserved, or unseen, or even possible to get away from. When the universe finally suffers from it's inevitable heat-death and spirals away to nothingness, the last thing that will be heard might well be this song dopplering away. As far as I'm concerned, this is the best version (and I picked through a bunch to finally go back to this one, including the Miss Piggy version).
Please note, however, the oft ignored date rape lyric.
Yes, if you listen carefully, he slips a roofie into her drink.
Or at least that's what you'll think whenever you hear this song from now on. Merry Christmas.