last night i tagged along on a caroling party. i was sure this was just a bunch of friends getting together blah blah blah. next thing i knew someone was asking, ‘ok, who are the altos?’ what?!?
i ended up singing soprano. it was all my asthma meds would let me sing. much lower and my voice would crack.
we had a great time. hot buttered rum was supplied to warm us. we were happily greeted almost everywhere we went. after that first house turned their lights OFF when we rang their doorbell and started to sing. whatever, we stood there and sang anyhow; we didn’t want anything from them.
one woman asked us to sing ‘o holy night’ because it was her favourite. she was already feeling emotional and she ended up pretty teary.
we sang silent night a number of times, which was always well received. one man was driving up gurrero as we crossed the street. he stopped in the middle of the intersection and put on his hazzards. we sang silent night for him in honour of his cousin who was murdered a few weeks ago.
just as we reached the steps of the liberty lounge, a mother and daughter caught up with us. they’d seen us walking with our candles and guessed correctly that we were carolers. mom parked up the street and they ran down to catch us. they were, i believe, catholic. the little girl had a couple requests and sang along with us. she knew all the words. she knew more words than we did!
we all hung out in the warm warm house for a while to thaw out, then ctg drove me home. after all, it was a sunday night and i still had work in the morning.