"Do they know it's Christmas time at all?" No, Bandaid, they don't, unless Internet and TV access has improved a lot in their region, and if they do know, they probably don't care. "[I want my mama to have these shoes] when my mama meets Jesus tonight..." If I'm dying, I hope my kid is not in a store buying me shoes, or writing gratuitous sap for someone to play on the radio later. I'm pretty sure that if there is an afterlife, nobody gives a **** about whether the person in question died with shoes on. Favorites? The Chipmunk Song and Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer. Because I'm an ***hole.