Oddly enough, by chance, I was just watching an old British sitcom The Detectives where an episode * ended with them being officially permitted to voyeur in the British National Hockey team [ if there is such a thing ] dressing rooms where a set of bathing and be-toweled young lovelies unaware of being spied upon, gave a rousing rendition of Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.
Also, to whomever's responsible, The Little Midwinter Intruder is astoundingly poetic titling.
Fairly redolent of past people trudging through the snow; roaring log fires, holly, pudding and warm punch, mice nibbling happily in the corners, a saved waif and all the appurtenances of seasonal story-telling long, long ago..