Hey my names Lana Clark, this album fucking sucks, this guy is always in town, next time I see him, i'm gonna tell him this sucks right to his face, lets see what the pussy does, I don't even care. I bet he runs off crying.
This is more than just the greatest Christmas album of all time. Herein lies the standard for all hyper-polished production efforts to come. In this 1962 release you can hear Pet Sounds, Sgt. Pepper, and, hell, OK Computer if you listen carefully enough. Also, "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" is just hands down an incredible song. 10/10