chimney pot

Flying above the hive, she can make out certain features — a tree, a house, a chimney pot; the rest is indistinct.

Flying above the hive, she can make out certain features — a tree, a house, a chimney pot; the rest is indistinct.

Because it was nearly dusk and suppertime, blue smoke rose from every chimney pot in the village they had left, and in the low places mist began to rise.

And “Dawn Chorus,” with Yorke's low, breathy vocals over a halting keyboard pattern, is one of the prettiest things he’s ever written — a strangely tender ballad delivered from “the middle of the vortex,” as he puts it, where “soot from the chimney pot” forms “spiral patterns of you, my love.”

Previous Christmases have seen the box wrapped as a present, a chimney pot and also transformed into a bauble.