I have reason to believe that Christmas Eve will find me in the company of my own long deep winter thoughts and a tall glass of Bailey’s Irish Creme. As I sit in an apartment somewhere in the swamps of Jersey, as all out-of-doors looks darkly in at me through the thin frost, I will be listening to the greatest-ever rendition of “Silent Night,” recorded by R&B legends The Ravens more than sixty Christmas Eves ago in 1948: