Before I close the Winter Windows I thought these selections and quote would be fitting on the darkest, coldest most magical night of the year:
“Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.
Mind! I don’t mean to say that, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a doornail.”
And with that here are some haunting versions of some Christmas carols as performed by Midnight Syndicate: