It’s December, which can only mean one thing: it’s finally socially acceptable to talk about Christmas music without being accused of psychological crimes against autumn. This month, the Night Owl will shine its spotlight on the voices behind the season. Artists won’t repeat, but the songs sure will, because December thrives on familiarity, nostalgia, and the comforting illusion that we all agreed on the “classics” at some point.
There will be crooners, choirs, orchestras, bits of weather, bits of tradition, bits of feelings, and a whole lot of Christmas trees doing their annual civic duty. December has officially started. So do whatever you do after midnight and before real life fully resumes. We’ll take it from here.
Michael Bublé
Michael Bublé walks into December like winter handed him the keys to the big-band factory and a tailored overcoat. Impossible to imitate, immediately recognizable, and eternally replayable, he’s the modern crooner who makes holiday standards feel newly minted even when they’re gloriously recycled. His voice carries sparkle without urgency, warmth without effort, and the quiet confidence of someone who absolutely could host the season on sheer charm alone.
Tonight, the spotlight belongs to Bublé. The songs? They’ve traveled far, and they’ll travel again. But the voice guiding them this time steps up only once, smooth as snowfall, sure as nostalgia, ridiculously handsome in audio form. After midnight, before morning arrives, while winter reheats the classics? This is his stage.
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas:
White Christmas:
Let It Snow:
Holly Jolly Christmas:
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas:
This is an open thread
