Christmas Caroling, 1991. |
The only outsider account I’ve
heard regarding this night came from an acquaintance that lived in an apartment complex we had visited. They did not answer the door when we knocked, but we sang gloriously
in the corridors of the apartment building anyway. We later asked this person why they
weren’t home and they replied, “I was home. I was actually sleeping. I
remember hearing what sounded like a bunch of drunks singing, Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa
Claus in deep voices outside. I did not answer the door and tried to go
back to sleep.”
Once we had visited everybody in our immediate vicinity, we piled into a car and drove to the center of town where we
spread joy to a handful of other homes and to the local Pizza King. The last house we visited had a full-blown Christmas
party in effect! We went in for some
punch, Brandon
spilled his all over the table, and then we left.
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