Maybe not an absolute classic but still a poem I'm really enjoying this year. O Come all ye faithful - Wendy Cope Born the King of Angels- That's the bit drives music teachers Round the bend. "It's An-gels. "Two notes. Not A-an-gels." I've fought some battles With that extra note And still get wound up every Christmas. Daddy had a different problem With the same hymn. Sing all ye citizens Of Heaven above. "Heaven," he asserted, "Is not a city. "It should be denizens." And that was what he sang. It wasn't too embarrassing But I can't sing the verse Without remembering. In recent years I have paid tribute to his memory By singing, rather quietly, "Denizens of Heaven above."