Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
– Alfred, Lord Tennyson
At this time of year – as nights draw in, air grows crisp, and urchins longingly press cherubic faces against frosty toy shop windows – across the land, supermarket shelves groan under the weight of piles of sprouts, satsumas and chocolate coins. This groaning is doubtless accompanied by some piped festive ditty, most likely featuring bells, of either the jingling-sleigh or chiming-church variety. From New York fairy tales to Wonderland walks, bells are an iconic yuletide sound, and with them songwriters aplenty have captured the joy, and sometimes the melancholy, of this time of year. At the…