Caroling and Comfort Food
The caroling turned out to be a success. It didn’t rain, enough people came to sing and drown out the tone-deaf Human Encyclopedia, and I had plenty of mulled wine in me to keep me warm and up for anything. If I had sound bites from the night, they would go as follows: “For five dollars we’ll sing ‘Silent Night’ and for ten we’ll leave you alone and go away.” “Five golden retrievers!” “Let’s have some mulled wine first. We’ll…