The bell rings…

It is 7 pm, pitch dark outside and we’re not expecting anyone, I run down the stairs, open the door and find myself in front of a jolly group of carolers! What a surprise! Actually that's not quite true, for the second year in a row since we’ve lived in our little house, a group of neighbors and their kids come to sing door-to-door carols for the wonderment of all of us. We never had that in our former ritzy, big-home-neighborhood where everyone was busy practicing egocentric individualism. One mischievous little kid even took advantage of my getting outside to throw a snowball on me, but I guess that comes with the territory. The group sang their carol, we cheered, thank them profusely and they all went on to another house. Merry Christmas!