In which a bevy of devoted carol-singers breathes an ethereal benediction upon the village night, their harmonious ministrations illumined by a fleeting vision of a radiant maiden at her chamber window; yet, despite their collective goodwill and music, a curious absence among the choir stirs a mild disquiet as the interplay of rustic passions and human caprice is hinted at in the quiet shadows. The night’s journey winds through the ill-tempered rebuke of a testy churchwarden and the genial yet mysterious responses of a new vicar, drawing these humble souls closer in their shared revelry and tacit understanding of the subtle charms that dwell beneath the Greenwood Tree.