Christmas was shitty at my house. We don't need to get into that.
Instead we can note that there was one album that came out only when my mother was in a good mood, and that instead of the onslaught of boomer schlock, the holidays meant Boston Camerata.
Have the album, hubski. I've got other medieval stuff in the mix now - an easy three or four days without repeat - but this is the one that makes me happiest.