But we do it because it seems that no one else carols much anymore. Someone has to. Right?
and we do it in memory of the Harris and Roberts clans, who came every year in Oregon. And are probably out there, somewhere, harmonizing right now.
And in honor of Clin's Mother. who carols in her sleep. And dreams of grandchildren and great-grandchildren singing Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat in the eternal round.
and in rememberance of the most embarrassing caroling moment. When none of us could decide what to sing, the door opened, and my father busted out a rousing version of kum-by-ya. For which we were all forced to join in. and vowed never again. never again.
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Oh, that caroling story is hilarious. It really isn't Christmas without kum-by-ya.
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