Standard scene at this time of year, children dressed in Santa hats and tinsel, singing lustily to accompanying keyboard plonking out of a portable boombox.
But, hark! What is this sound?
Little carollers sing in the corner of the Govan Cross shopping centre on this wild December day. An intense but eager music teacher wields the baton.
No wearisome "Little Donkey" or the bouncy jingle of the "Calypso Carol" here. Instead, we're treated to the heavenly strains of "The Sussex Carol" resounding through the mall. The concert proceeds, all very Nine Lessons, Carols from King's style, Adam Lay Ybounden and all that.
The shoppers stop, transfixed at the sound and the sight of children concentrating on their visionary musical director.
An African boy soprano sings a solo verse and as his notes soar up to the unvaulted ceiling, the lady at the Sky stall turns to me and shakes her head in wondering awe.
"That wis amazin'" she says at the end and I nod in full festive agreement.