December 25th is but a few days away from the Winter Solstice. The longest night in the Northern hemisphere.
Light, for the precious few hours it appears, is watery, wan and mallow. The Sun, at it’s lowest point in the calendar, paints impossibly long, dark shadows.
Brave the cold and walk in the English countryside. The ground as hard and unforgiving as bell iron and trees skeletal. You will see a lot more crows than robins.
Traditional folk song and carols possess a solemn beauty and lyric darkness. The slow motion, minor chord drift of Silent Night exists as the anti matter of Santa Claus is Coming to Town.