Three Stooges Santa, Peeping Tom Santa, and Naked Burt Reynolds Santa. Only 18 more to go—and I’ve got some dandies planned. In the next day or so, we should hit our 100,000th visit! Tell your friends. Tell your enemies. Tell those Burt Reynolds fans you know and love.
This one is dedicated to our dear friend, Pookie McSween, spending Christmas far away from the mainland U.S. on an island in the Pacific. But that doesn’t mean that PC and I don’t miss him everyday.
If I’m not mistaken, I believe that Lou Dobbs attempted to have this song banned from the radio for supposedly promoting illegal immigration. That just seems cruel, man. Alright, I go sleep now.
Here’s another dedication to the Matterns of Little Brick Road. I think I can see the Christmas lights from here, Clark!
Pure power pop at Christmas time. Add this to your eggnog and drink it down.
The last I can find, Gayla Peevey lived on the west coast. She left the music industry, became a teacher, and later owned an advertising firm. She’s a grandmother now. By all accounts, it’s been a wonderful life for her, and I wish her many more. And I hope that during this time of year, she knows how much joy this song brings people, especially those of us at 77 Santas. We’ll close out the season with another song by her in a few weeks.
He’s everywhere! He’s everywhere! Here’s an old-testament Santa Claus—he knows everything you do. It’s disturbing and creepy.