Yes, Mr. Feliciano’s Feliz Navidad just hit #2 on the Billboard Top 200 downloaded songs but he is not only NOT a one hit wonder but an International Icon. Please do your research before mentioning him in the same category as Transiberian Orchestra and Mannheim Steamroller. With all due respect to all of the above, we are not talking about the same league here.

José Feliciano
So Wikipedia tells me that Feliciano actually made it big in the Netherlands with a hit song about “guide dogs” in 1969. But, again, I DIGRESS…In the good ole US of A, Feliciano and his holy-guapo fop of hair is known primarily for that potato-ole-selling “Feliz Navidad” (lest anyone think I’m being ethnocentric, ask yourself first, are the marketing geniuses at Taco John’s above and/or below such incriminations, then, after hopefully answering yes, proceed lightly with your criticism). Like I said, Feliciano may have put out some good shit. Like some real good stuff that no one will ever fully appreciate. But no one cares. Because for two minutes and change he’s that bilingual dude with a billboard-sized acoustic guitar and unnerving vibrato, talking about how emotionally layered his wish of holiday cheer to us really is. And this limitation is too bad. I can imagine Feliciano right now somewhere in a suburban Culver’s, late at night, over a Concrete, yelling loudly at the friendly staff about his plight in life as a pop singer, damned for eternity to be the token diversity guy in your local light rock station’s retinue of Christmas humdingers.
The six most epic Christmas one-hit wonders
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José Feliciano

So Wikipedia tells me that Feliciano actually made it big in the Netherlands with a hit song about “guide dogs” in 1969. But, again, I DIGRESS…In the good ole US of A, Feliciano and his holy-guapo fop of hair is known primarily for that potato-ole-selling “Feliz Navidad” (lest anyone think I’m being ethnocentric, ask yourself first, are the marketing geniuses at Taco John’s above and/or below such incriminations, then, after hopefully answering yes, proceed lightly with your criticism). Like I said, Feliciano may have put out some good shit. Like some real good stuff that no one will ever fully appreciate. But no one cares. Because for two minutes and change he’s that bilingual dude with a billboard-sized acoustic guitar and unnerving vibrato, talking about how emotionally layered his wish of holiday cheer to us really is. And this limitation is too bad. I can imagine Feliciano right now somewhere in a suburban Culver’s, late at night, over a Concrete, yelling loudly at the friendly staff about his plight in life as a pop singer, damned for eternity to be the token diversity guy in your local light rock station’s retinue of Christmas humdingers.

The six most epic Christmas one-hit wonders