There’s a place where nostalgia, innocence, and soul collide, and on DPB’s new holiday single, “The Wonders of Christmas,” that place smells like gingerbread, glows with Christmas lights, and—if you listen closely—crackles with the same vintage charm that made doo-wop ballads immortal. This isn’t just another seasonal spin. It’s a cinnamon-dusted postcard from a simpler universe, where wonder isn’t manufactured but baked slowly, sweetly, in the warmth of a family kitchen.
The song opens with a scene so pure you can almost feel the cold on your cheeks: “Snow is falling, snow bells ringing, I’m filled with cheer, so much joy, I’m happy for this time of year.” These aren’t the words of a cynic. They’re the words of someone rediscovering childlike awe, the kind you thought you lost somewhere between adulthood and the last unpaid bill. DPB knows exactly what he’s doing—inviting you to lower your guard, tugging you back to that December when the world still felt enchanted.
And then comes the refrain that functions as both hook and philosophy: “It feels like wonders of Christmas time, in this heart of mine, so let’s bake some gingerbread cookies, something sweet.” That repeated invocation of “something sweet” becomes a mantra, a reminder that joy isn’t elusive. It’s simple. It’s intentional. Sometimes it even comes covered in icing.
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Journey Eiland and Ouiwey Collins help wrap this sonic gift with ribbons of doo-wop harmonies and a touch of modern sparkle. But the magic lives in the details, those vignettes that flutter by like snowflakes: “People are laughing, people are caroling, so much love is in the air, so much giving, no one’s missing out this year.” For a moment, the world feels healed. The wounds quiet. The lights flicker gently instead of glaring.
The bridge reads like a Christmas card sent from a parallel universe where everything goes right: “Oh there’s cookies in the oven, gifts under the tree, such a joyful time for me. Snow angels in the snow, oh yeah I know, the blessings will follow me.” Blessings—not presents—become the currency. Faith sneaks in softly. Gratitude hangs like tinsel.
And just when the song risks floating away on its own idealism, DPB brings it back down to earth with one perfectly human moment: “Oh, I forgot my cookies in the oven.” It’s the wink, the smudge on the Hallmark painting, the reminder that even in seasons of wonder, we remain beautifully flawed.
I love artists who peel back the curtain to reveal truth wrapped in melody. DPB does exactly that here. “The Wonders of Christmas” isn’t just a holiday tune—it’s a gentle sermon on sweetness, simplicity, and the stubborn persistence of joy.
–Lonnie Nabors