I was sent a lovely link to an FB post by my good friends Don ad Frannie Oliver. A family member is a regular caroller at Christmas, and they often perform at residences for the elderly, and so on. But then someone got wind of an FB ‘wish’ from someone in the neighborhood that what would really make her Christmas, was if a bunch of carollers showed up at her front door.
So that’s what they did. They showed up, sang, and made a young mother’s Christmas.
And here’s another carolling story…
A fellow I know who works in retail – I won’t name him, or the business – makes a point of making the rounds with some of his buddies as carollers each year. He and the boys dress up in costume, fortify their Timmies with liquid warmth of another variety – and travel the neighbourhood carolling. One year they dressed up as elves. Another, as hobos. In all years the goal is to bring some good-natured, albeit boisterous joy to otherwise cheerless, exhausted residents so caught up in the commercialism of the season they have little energy, or capacity for the joy brought by carollers.
And sometimes – god forbid – the boys have been told off, told to scram, disappear if you please and bah humbug, with the door slammed in their faces. Of course, that’s their cue for singing a boisterous rendition of “You’re a Mean One, Mister Grinch,” all in good fun, mind you. That often results in the door flinging back open with additional expletives and threats to call the authorities. Bah humbug, indeed.
What the grinchy residents don’t know – and would be mortified to find out – is that our friend’s carolling buddies are members of a certain internationally-acclaimed music band with roots to the area…lads who have sung in front of hundreds of thousands in the worlds biggest arenas, and millions on television. However, dressed as elves and hobos, no one recognizes them.
Little do they know they’ve just dissed a group of rather famous recording artists…
“Fah-la-la-la-la…..la-la, la, la…..