Thursday, December 16, 2004

Here we come a-wassailing

There's a certain feeling in the air. There's a melody in the breeze--it's an old familiar carol...

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid;
Star of the east, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

...ok, so that isn't one of the best known carols, but at least it's one of my favorites.

Yeah, last night (a few hours ago) was our church caroling night. It's always conducted by the youth group but we invite anyone in the church to join us. Unfortunately, although we had the whole youth group, we didn't get many others and that meant we had more people to sing for. At least that is my initial reason for why it took us so long to cover the people on the list. It was too bad we weren't able to get everyone but we did our best. We took to the town and sang into the night. It wasn't even very cold--unusual for caroling night. All my previous memories include a frozen looking group of people blowing on their hands in-between verses. We usually meet after church for games and food but it was after ten when we finally made it there.

Some had to leave--this was Wednesday night after all and there was work to be done in the morning. There was a group of us who stayed around to play at least one round of the name game--which took us from 11 to 12 and then we headed home like good little sane people.

And here I am at this hour telling you all about it. Sane? You judge.
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Anonymous Anonymous said...

About as sane as Mom staying up until you all came home! ;-) LOTR

11:05 AM, December 16, 2004  

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