Rich e-mailed this to me for the flotch, but I'm making it a main entry. Here is a tears-inducing rendition of "O Holy Night". I mean this is truly awful. I cried and laughed at the same time. As Rich says: "Stick around for the big finish."
I haven't the foggiest notion regarding the background of this clip. Is the performance in earnest? Or is it intentionally awful? Who can say? One thing's for sure, though: that's how I actually sound when singing. It's a good thing nobody's recorded me yet.
To wash the bad taste out of your mouth, here's a better rendition of the carol from Tracy Chapman.
(When I was in college and Tracy Chapman had her breakout hit "Fast Car", my then-girlfriend Amy and I had a big argument over the singer's gender. Amy insisted she was a man! Good times.)
I'm glad that you mentioned the finish was worth waiting for, because I would have stopped it before then. Partway through, Albert wandered by and asked, "What's that noise, Mommy?" Indeed.