The Fishers in La Paz, Bolivia

We got caroled-to tonight.  Our school’s staff – mostly the single folk – decided to go around and sing Christmas carols to the families we know.  They ended their round of spreading cheer with our home.  It was delightful – and kinda weird – to hear carolers outside our door.

When the doorbell rang, Anne peeked out and said, “Tom, there are a bunch of people caroling!”  This was odd because no one carols here.  Funny thing is, Anne couldn’t see out that well, so they were, like three songs in before we got up the nerve to open the door.  It was a wonderful surprise to see our friends out there, belting out carol after carol after carol.

They decided that, because I like to sing, they should sing every last carol on this songsheet I had made.  That’s about twenty Chiristmas carols.  In a row.  Non-stop.

The world’s longest medley.  It was hilarious.

And sweet.

Even if the Panthers had lost (which they did not), this seasonal serenade from our dear friends would still have totally made our night.