Last night, I went caroling with my friends around our neighborhood! It was BEAUTIFUL.
We had candles that people had put inside of glass jars that had been collected all semester long and song-books. And about half the group sounds like they could be professional singers. And we were all bundled up and walking around the houses of our neighborhood, and had such wonderful responses.
The first house had a big living room window, and we saw a teenage boy inside look startled and alert his parents that we were outside. They all stood in their doorway smiling as we finished the carol, and then they asked if we were Americans. We said yes, although we did have a Canadian in the group…sneaky Sarah ; ) But technically I guess “yes” is still the right answer, because the US and Canada are both part of North America, as are other countries.
Anyway! They said that it was “more traditional” that way, and that they always look forward to the Americans from next door caroling. So that was sweet. We had a few more houses where people had nice reactions to us, a couple houses where no one answered the door, one house where the people opened up their second-story window and watched us from up there.
And then the last house I went to (Hannah and I split off to head back home early. Essays were calling our names.) was so so wonderful!! In the first place, it was visually stunning. We weren’t sure if it was some kind of boarding school or house, but we sang outside the front door anyway. And we saw people moving around inside, but no one answered the door. So we all laughed and walked away, and as we’re exiting the driveway, a man walking his dog stopped us to ask if we had just sang at that house.
We said yes. He explained that he had just returned, and asked if we’d mind singing again.
We said “heck no, fool. You’ve missed your chance.” And skipped down the rest of the road.
Just kidding. We said “sure!” and followed him back to his house. He invited us inside. It was awesome! Rustic hardwood floors, a giant Persian rug, giant fireplace, super cozy…crazy amazing house. And his wife was inside, as was an older lady (I’m guessing one of their mothers), and a young woman (I’m guessing the man & his wife’s daughter). So we sang a carol and the man gave us a donation for charity (apparently that’s what the Brits do for carolers. It’s normal to give a donation for the carolers to give to charity) and asked us to sing another one. So we did. And then as we were leaving, the oldest woman had tears welled up in her eyes and said in the most lovely British accent “thank you!”
It was such a lovely moment. Hannah and I decided that we couldn’t top that, so we might as well end on a high note and get back to work.
AND THEN THE GROUP SANG TO EMMA WATSON’S PARENTS WITHOUT US.