On Sunday, we made the drive down to Mom's for an early Christmas dinner. Taking advantage of having 3 of her children and their families at her home, Mom enthusiastically suggested that we go Christmas carolling to 3 of her neighbors. Now, ever since I can remember, Mom has cajoled us into going carolling each Christmas. Please note that we are not singers. We usually go to some of the elderly people in the ward, but this year Mom had the idea of going to the neighbors' homes instead. After many attempts to find excuses not to go, Mom won and she whipped out the box containing scarves, mittens, and hats. I couldn't stop laughing at Mike all night with those sexy ear muffs on.
Mind you, it was almost 9pm by the time we headed out the door. The first attempt was the house next door. No one came to the door, even after my niece and nephew shouted very loudly, "open your door right now" . (they were definitely home) At door number 2 the neighbor finally opened up after 2 songs and gave us kind of a perplexed look. At door number 3, after singing 3 songs, without opening the door, the neighbor simply turned off the porch light. Ok, hint received: game over. (Mom is convinced that the light was a motion sensor light which simply "timed out" but we know otherwise. )
Moral of the story: Some of us just weren't made for singing. Next year we should simply drop off the treat without opening our mouths.