Discovering this version after her rest has as result only a mix of emotions. A classic carol becoming not only Christmas announcement but an eulogy of life, offering crumbs of presumed Charles Dickens univers, some nostalgia and keeping her bitterness in gentle- precise manner.
It is more than familiar carol but , like many songs of sinead Connor, a confession.
Not the comfortable one because it reminds small realities around us, easy to ignore. The joy of Silent Night is transformed in a moment to reflect about miracle but , in same measure, about people around it.
So, a special version. Like the first audition of carol. Like the coldness of the Christmas night in a far Dublin.