This has to be heard to be believed. My friend put it best on Facebook:
How can something be so awful and so great at the same time?
I have to admit that as much as I love Dylan to death, sometimes there is such a dour ponderousness about him, that this sort of charmingly unpretentious kind of effort is something of a relief. And listening to it, there’s something that is remarkably and surprisingly appropriate about it given his longstanding fascination with Americana. It only makes sense for him to try his hand on a Christmas album. I’m actually really excited.