I went caroling today with a bunch of people from my church. We went through part of a neighborhood and sang and gave out little gift bags. I actually enjoyed it; the weather was amazing, and I enjoyed singing.
I had started out with a song book, but when we got there Mom took it from me and handed me the container of hot chocolate. I never saw the songbook again, but that was fine because I knew most of the words anyway.
It was pretty awesome to walk around the neighborhood and see people actually excited to see us. I guess it was kind of a testament to our heritage--one that I'd like to see more often.