Always looking for ways to catch some more Christmas spirit, Maddie and I went caroling around our block on Monday. We went with a group of about 25 of our neighbors, all bundled up on that dark, chilly night. The adults carried flashlights and song books, as the children raced on scooters from house to house, vying for the coveted chance to ring the bell. Our mantra? The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!
Without much time to prepare before a little one rang the first doorbell, we belted out three verses of Deck The Hall and finished with a raucous “Merry Christmas!” to our smiling neighbor, as he shivered on his front stoop. It was as if we’d been singing together for years. Well, not exactly. We weren’t the best sounding carolers you’ve ever heard. Heck, we weren’t even all that good! But we were so happy to be out there, sharing the joy of the season with each other and our neighbors.
At every home, we were met with wonder and awe. A few families were so inspired, they bundled up to join us! The more the merrier, we said. We admired the Christmas lights, scrambled to find the next song in our books, booed at houses with nobody home and laughed all the way around our tiny block.
I walked back into our warm house at the end of the night feeling full of cheer. How fortunate I was to sing with my sweet daughter, whose freezing, red nose I kissed after each carol. How wonderful to surround her with such goodness and light. That’s what Christmas is all about, I thought to myself, as I carried my little girl upstairs for a hot bath before bedtime.
It’s a memory Madeline most likely won’t have, but it’s one I’ll never forget.