Mitch Miller supposedly incarnated the worst of 1950s popular music, nearly destroying Sinatra with novelty numbers and generally inflicting cliché upon cliché that would be blown away in the 1960s. Maybe so, though like all received narratives it misses out a lot. Anyway, this choral version of We Three Kings of Orient Are shows that Mitch Miller too could be touched by grace:
Séamus Sweeney 