As I write, we’ve been in the midst of the holiday season for just about a month, so that’s been plenty of time for the joyous sounds of the season to impregnate your brain so thoroughly that no coherent thought can form there, at least not until the last strains of “Auld Lang Syne” fade away. Chances seem good that, as you have shopped or partied or just walked the dog, you have been exposed to so much Christmas music that you find yourself thinking decidedly non-jolly thoughts such as these: Who told The Backstreet Boys that the world needed another version of “White Christmas?” What was Alicia Keys thinking when she decided to take a crack at recording “Santa Baby?”

Both of these travesties would have been avoided if I had been able to build my spacious, airy but yet intimate Holiday Music Hall of Fame, nestled into Mount Crumpit overlooking Whoville. But my investors got cold feet and chose, instead, to invest heavily in crypto, so “Bah humbug,” gentlemen.

Despite this setback, my Holiday Music Hall of Fame still aims to seek out and enshrine those performances of holiday songs that are so definitive that it should be illegal for any other artist to record them. If the Hall of Fame had been in place this year, the Backstreet Boys and Keys would have been barred from recording those songs, both of which are in the Hall of Fame. They would have had to look a little harder to find material for their new Christmas albums — and, actually, to be fair, the rest of Keys’ album is solid. (Alicia, take a shot at “This Christmas,” the Donny Hathaway classic that still awaits a definitive performance.)

Over the last seven years, 15 songs have been named to the Hall of Fame. (Four other songs have earned honorable mention status — those songs are housed in another wing of the Hall of Fame.) Thanks to the miracle of Spotify, I have included a playlist of all those songs for your listening pleasure: You’ll get 30-second snippets of each song, but need only sign into Spotify to get the full versions. (Alas, one song in the Hall of Fame, Joni Mitchell’s “River,” is no longer available on Spotify; thanks, Joe Rogan!)

Last year, two songs — Bruce Springsteen’s “Santa Claus is Coming to Town,” a live performance of a tune about life under constant surveillance, and Diane Krall’s version of “Jingle Bells,” a tale of violence, shady women and man’s inhumanity to man — made the cut for the Hall of Fame.

Which two songs will win immortality, more or less (mostly less) by being included in the Hall of Fame this year? That’s where you come in: For the next week or so, I am accepting nominations. Just send me an email (or post a comment below) listing your favorite performances of a holiday classics, and include a sentence or two about what makes that recording definitive. I will consider all your suggestions, and sometime around Dec. 24, I will descend from Mount Crumpit to announce this year’s selections.

You may find yourself disagreeing with the selections. In that event, my advice remains the same: Start your own Holiday Music Hall of Fame. It’s a free country. Until Santa perfects that surveillance state.