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Caroling Without a Camera

Christmastime means caroling (or carolling, if you prefer the British spelling.  I might.  I can't make up my mind.)  Anyway, each year we crazy parents insist that our children accompany us down our street to sing songs and deliver goodies to our neighbors.  And each year, there is the inevitable jockeying for position on each front porch, and discussion about whose turn it is to hand over the treats. 

I think we have caroled every December, with the exception of the year of pregnancy bed rest (OK, it was only 20 weeks, but it felt like a year--and it was definitely over the holidays!) Even then, though, John might have taken the other kids caroling.  I honestly don't remember.  But I digress again.  My point is that though caroling is such a big tradition for us, I have not once thought to document the tradition with a photograph.  I did notice, however, that one of our friends snapped a picture of us last night.  I'm going to ask if I can get a copy of it.

I'm wondering how many other traditions we have that I have neglected to photograph.  Blogging has helped me pick up my camera more often than in the past, but there is obviously room for improvement. 

Thankful thought:  Thanks for traditions, which seem to be remembered with or without a camera.  But thanks also for cameras.  And thanks for wonderful neighbors who, if they have perfect pitch, don't let on that they do.

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  1. Thanks for coming to our house! Sad we weren't home, but it was hilarious hearing my brother tell the story and how he was freaked out and not sure if he would open the door when he heard you guys singing! :)

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  2. Sorry to scare your brother. I know we can be quite intimidating. LOL. He must have perfect pitch.

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