The obvious title here would have been Wreatha Now, but opted to follow in the footsteps of at least 20 other artists by going with as the title of her first Christmas album. Apart from the / -written title track, a duet with her son that is both sweet and playful (at one point, interjects, " , you mustn't upstage mom with those high notes"), the disc is filled mostly with the spiritual and relatively serious side of holiday material. The likes of and are given the kind of treatment only could grant, though it should be noted that there are moments where you might feel stuck inside the Melismatorium. It's not all reverence and reflection: best of all is a reading of that can only be termed "personalized." ~ Andy Kellman