Caroling to Cars

Yes, as funny as it sounds, I was actually caroling to cars. :o) On a wet Christmas Eve, after stuffing our parents stockings (I think it's really fun to be the one stuffing stockings for my parents, who stuffed mine for so long. A great example of the circularity of life, huh?) my sister decided to just go stand out on the front porch, and I followed, having nothing else to do and becoming more and more excited about Christmas by the minute. She and I can hardly be in the same place for more than 10 minutes without breaking out in song- one of the things I like about being home!-so of course we started singing and, it being the season, we sang Christmas carols. I can only imagine what we looked like- two girls in jeans and sweatshirts nodding and gesturing (at one point during jingle bells we were can-canning and galloping) on the front porch of a wet and not very Christmas-y night, performing our beautiful harmonies to vehicles that could never appreciate it. I'm sure I could go on about the significance of beauty lost on machines that have no soul, driven by humans sometimes just as mechanical as their machines, but I'm sure that would be boring, and it wouldn't be in the Christmas spirit, anyways. Suffice it to say that my 3rd caroling experience may not have been in the snow and to adoring neighbors who offered hot chocolate and candy canes afterwards, but it was still a wonderful experience with one of my most favorite people in the world, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Especially when my little brother (too cool to be singing Christmas carols, are you kidding?) came to the glass doorway, looked at us and our shananigans for about 3 seconds, then walked away shaking his head. But at least the smile he tried to hide was there, and that's the whole point of carols anyway, isn't it?