The holidays are built on tradition, which means it's time for us to gather around the yule log and listen to that insane rendition of O Holy Night.

It has been a year, and it remains as beautifully horrible as I remember. (Here it is, presented in magical streaming whatever-it-is that makes it work.)

What I love about it is just when you think it couldn't possibly get any worse, it does. By a lot. And it does this more than once, building to the most glorious mess I've ever heard. I smile every time I hear it.