“Carols of gladness ring from every tree.”
~ Frances Anne Kemble
Here We Come A-Wassailing…
Who knew the Danbo Brothers could sing? Tonight, they joined forces with a couple of choir mice who come around here every year to carol and they spent a glorious evening singing their little hearts out around the neighborhood. All those small voices blended together perfectly and, I have to say, they sounded very sweet, even if a bit squeaky.
The Danbos going off to carol brought back a flood of happy memories from my own caroling experiences with my friends, when I was a teenager in the small town I grew up in. There were five of us, two guys and three girls. We were all good friends and excellent singers, and whenever we got together, we just naturally broke out into song, usually in three-part harmony. We also sang Christmas carols with the various choirs we were in, but what I loved best was when we caroled on our own, just the five of us. We excitedly looked forward to it every year.
We’d plan our caroling route ahead of time and tried to pick a snowy night to go out. We’d bundle up in our warmest winter wear and walk from house to house, perform a song or two at each doorstep and then amble off to the next house on our route. I loved everything about that magical night, but I especially loved the walking and singing we did in between houses: linking up arms, we’d march down the middle of the snowy, deserted street and sing our way to the next destination. Soft, fat, fluffy snowflakes fell, magically illuminated by the glow of street lights, as our voices blended in beautiful a cappella harmony, ringing out into the night and projecting high up to the heavens. Nothing could have felt more right, more perfect, than feeling the harmony of our voices, the beauty of the night and the glow of our love and friendship. Every time we went caroling, a powerful wave of euphoria swept over me, stayed all through the night and lasted for weeks.
Warming by the Fire
The Danbo Brothers returned from their caroling rosy-cheeked, happy and flying high from the joy of singing. Expecting them to return high on life, I’d prepared the perfect dénouement for my two little friends: a blazing, crackling fire, mugs of steaming hot chocolate, and a bowl of freshly made buttered popcorn. Seeing and hearing their happy excitement as they sat in front of the fire talking about all the fun they’d had magnified my own happy memories and we all basked in that shared joy. Though the fire burned bright, it was easy to see the radiant glow of their inner joy and happiness.
“Enjoy the little things in life because one day you’ll look back
and realize they were the big things.”
~ Kurt Vonnegut
To find out who the Danbo Brothers are and how they came into my life, check out my previous post: Meet the Danbo Brothers.
For more Danbo Adventures, see The Danbo Brothers Category
All photographs by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2014- madlyinlovewithlife
All photographs and images by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2014 madlyinlovewithlife