Last night I went carol singing with the Drama Group. Not easy logistically on an island with very separate communities. However, around ten of us set off with luminous swizzle sticks and torches. We were well kitted up in umpteen layers of clothes, hats and tinsels, and it didn't take long to get into the swing of things. People found it hard to understand that we were there to give pleasure rather than to collect money, but they appreciated the home-made cards and novelty. Trouble is it started to rain. This led us to get silly and try to find new carols and songs more appropriate for our winter weather……
Jingling in the rain…… A soggy wet manger…. Hark the soaking angels sing….. Have yourself a weary windy Christmas….. While shepherds dripped upon their flocks….. It was on a watery night, when the folk took fright, at the sight of us, glistening in the rain…..
We kept going till the carol sheets were smudged beyond recognition.
Then it was the bliss of a warm welcome, hot chocolate and punch at a friendly house….
Can't wait till next year.