This is going to kill my wife.
Her family has an old VHS tape from the 80s of him singing with a boys choir that they listen to every Christmas. It is their #1 tradition.
I wont tell her about this tonight.
So sad.
I have that, recorded it off TV years and years ago and have since transferred it to DVD. It took place at Notre-Dame Cathedral in Montreal; it’s just not Christmas till I watch it.