One of my greatest childhood memories is the "teacher christmas party" that my parents took us to every year when we were little. The highlight as kids was Santa's appearance--he would come in, ho ho hoing, w/ a present for each kid there. And the food--just hors deuvres and desserts, what's not to like. But one of my personal highlights was the caroling trip, where we would go door to door singing christmas carols at the top of our lungs, in whomevers neighborhood we happened to be at that year. My dad, being the music teacher and all, was always heavily involved, as was my mom, whose always up for a group sing. It all seems so naive now. But sweet. I don't know if I'll ever feel comfortable going door to door like that with Booboo, but we did find an outdoor neighborhood caroling not far from where we live, and Gma Lala and Booboo and I went. Booboo was mostly entranced with all the lights--everyone in the gathering had candles--I think the whole event was more for GmaLala and me than her--it was lovely to sing w/ other people, stretch the vocal chords a bit, and get to sing all those fabulous songs. It makes me think of so many other christmas caroling occasions, particularly around the Dodge Family piano, in one of its many incarnations, in 4 part harmony, most likely. I keep telling myself one of these days I'm going to put out an ad in craigslist to get a group of singing types to spend some afternoon singing 4 part harmony christmas carols, but I haven't done it yet. One of these days...
The Flame, the Flame!
Fun at the Holiday Singalong.
Lights on a local tree.
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