It is the 24th of December, and all through the past week caroling has been in full storm!
(Photo courtesy Wikimedia Commons)
Whether they be Christmas carols (which obviously exist), Solstice carols (which apparently exist), or Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or any-other-celebration carols (which should exist if they don’t), I honestly think that this one small tradition of singing door-to-door, while frowned upon by some, is one of humanity’s most worthwhile traditions. It doesn’t really matter if you can sing well to carol; you just have to be willing to sing from your soul. For most people, receiving an unexpected visit from carolers is a wonderful surprise (unless they’re those creepy carolers that won’t leave until you give them figgy pudding…), warming their hearts for hours afterwards and giving them some little light of neighborly kindness in their day. It’s sad that this is going out of fashion somewhat; I think it’s especially important nowadays, when people seem to be emotionally and physically further apart due to society’s tendency to sprawl outwards, and especially in light of recent tragedies. There are awful, ugly, devastating sides to humanity, but for every one of those there are a thousand wonderful traits that make us so speshul.
If I should ever have a daughter, I’d like to name her Carol. The problem is, we’ve morphed this word from the beautiful songs it is supposed to represent into simply a name, one that does not warrant much thought or special meaning. And I doubt my daughter would like to go around in life with a subtitle: like the things you sing. Still, it would be a lovely sentiment.
Happy holidays, and God bless, whatever your idea of God (or non-idea) may be.