The latter would feel warm and snuggly in Stevens overstuffed box of gems: four discs of ancient and brand-new standards (to Web-trollers who found these things years back) and another just-recorded disc of instant essentials, among them the Styx-by-way-of-Father Christmas Kinks Get Behind Me, Santa!, the epic Star of Wonder, the warm-cookies-and-cold-milk Come On! Lets Boogey to the Elf Dance and the jokily titled That Was the Worst Christmas Ever! thats anything but a gag (Our father yells, throwing the gifts/In the wood stove, wood stove). Stevens, whether alone on banjo or fronting a string quartet, finds nourishment in moldy cheese and faith in antique melodies. Twice he approaches the 15th-century Lo! How a Rose Eer Bloomingas a vocal piece in 2001, as an instrument more recentlyand begs us to consider why the simply, poetically told tale of Jesus birth isnt among the fifth-graders canon.