In The Bleak Midwinter is maybe the prettiest tune of all, as long as you make sure to listen to the Gustav Holst setting of Christina Rossetti’s poem rather than the less lovely tune by Harold Darke, which dates from 1911 rather than Holst’s 1906 and therefore is definitely a pale imitation of the original. Sorry, Harold Darke, but there it is.

Actually tomorrow’s carol might be the prettiest of all. I’ll let you make your own mind up.