The Classic Style Top 10 Traditional Christmas Carols List. . .

Our obligatory cafe stop this morning, just after making a foray to the winter Famers' Market. The weekly market is held in our (now largely empty) local shopping mall between later November through late April before moving back outside to its purpose-built area a short distance away. Full on Norwegian julenisse attire today, including a four-foot long stocking cap I purchased many years ago an annual mid-winter festival in Røros, Norway right up along the Swedish border. Very snowy and incredibly cold as you might imagine.

Things are busier than I would like here at Classic Style HQ at the moment, and a slight cold for a few days has also thrown a wrench into the works. Grrrr. But I am on the mend now and steaming full ahead with the few last minute details and errands out ahead of Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and our December 27th departure for a week of cross-country skiing in Canada through the new year.

In the meantime, it seems like a nice idea to share a few of our favorite traditional carols here in the Grand Duchy of Stollen. Given the many carols floating around at this time of year, this has been a tough call to make. However, I have managed to narrow the list to a Classic Style Top 10. No doubt, you will recognize many of the carols featured here. They always manage to bring a tear or two to my eye through the beauty of their melodies, lyrics, and quiet sentiment. Here they are in no particular order:

Stille Nacht (Silent Night)

Es ist ein Ros Entsprungen

Es Wird Schon Glei Dumpa

O Tannenbaum

Ding-Dong Merrily on High

The Holly and the Ivy

Once in Royal David's City

In the Bleak Midwinter

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Here We Come a Wassailing

Christmastime Is Here (Honorable Mention)

In the meantime, there will be one more post here before Christmas Day. If you have a few spare moments, please be sure to drop by for a figurative cup of seasonal cheer.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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