All good things come to an end –

Even Eight Crazy Nights –

Another reason Hanukkah feels better than Christmas – You can’t be nailed to a menorah.

You’ve probably run out of gifts at this point, wrap your family’s fresh laundry as the gift that shows you’ve done the laundry. At this point, look up a local oil recycler – it will do better for everyone as a biofuel.

And here, I promise, is the last set of songs celebrating Hanukkah –

The Hanukkah Sessions: Night Eight Kurstin X Grohl: –

Hanukkah in Santa Monica SFGMC –

Hanukkah With Veronica Monica –

I Saw Hanukkah Harry Beat Up Santa –

Spin It Up Erran Baron Cohen (featuring Jules Brookes) –

Hannukah Snowman Phranc –

Hey, somebody has to clean up all of that wax on the break front. And somebody’s got to call the guys who pick up used cooking oil for bio-fuel.

Our second holiday theme today – Really Bad Christmas songs.

I received word from medical authorities that I should avoid posting Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. It would be considered risky given your mental state.

Duly noted.

Excuse My Christmas Jan Terri –

Please don’t get me wrong – this is bad. Really bad. Spectacularly bad. And yet, Ms. Terri is very well known as an ‘Outsider Rock and Roll‘ performer and there are people posting on the web that this is one of their favorite holiday songs. It’s starting to have an Ed Wood, Plan Nine From Outer Space feel to it.

Puppies Are Forever Sia –

If you listen to it as a PSA about the responsibility of pet ownership, it’s barely tolerable. As a song, it’s painful

That’s Christmas To Me Pentatonix –

Imagine all the secondary characters from Glee were suddenly asked to sing a big number at the state finally – this would be the result.

The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot Vera Lynn –

Nobody would remember Vera, if this was a more well known song. So forget it.

Mistletoe Justin Bieber –

Just say no.

We’ll end with our perennial favorite –

What list of cheesy holiday songs would be complete without this wretched dreck concerning a filthy child’s odd foot fetish (especially since it centers around his dying mother) – always an uplifting tune.

But I will give Patton Oswald the final word on the subject.

Demand Euphoria!