Carroled...

Carroled...

Tonight I was minding my own business in my kitchen when I thought I heard singing. Then my doorbell rang.

They were a crowd of maybe 15 or 20 upper elementary or middle-school kids from the church down the street, along with their sponsors. They finished one song, asked for my choice for a second, invited me to their church and gave me a little bag with a dvd and candy in it. Then they were off to the next house with a rousing "We wish you a Merry Christmas..."

It was kind of fun. But it was also a little weird to sit on my steps while they all faced me and sang. I sang along as best as I could.