A Dylan Thomas Christmas

Still, Still, Still

One Christmas was so much like another

Fum, Fum, Fum

It Was on the Afternoon of the Day of Christmas Eve

The Huron Carol

We Were So Still, Eskimo-Footed Arctic Marksmen

See Amid the Winter Snow

Years and Years and Years Ago, When I Was a Boy

Ding Dong, Merrily on High

Get Back to the Postmen

O Christmas Tree

Get Back to the Presents

God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

Were there Uncles Like in Our House?

O Little Town of Bethlehem

Not Many Those Mornings Trod the Piling Streets

Here We Come a-Caroling

Bring out the Tall Tales Now

Patapan

Always on Christmas Night There Was Music

Silent Night