We live on the best street on the planet. EVER, people. EVER.
One reason it's so great? Precious neighbors, Bruce and Carol, who, although their own children are grown, work hard to make every holiday special for the kids on this street.
Another reason? Said kids. A core group of bff's who have grown up together, sharing snotty noses, bumps, bruises, costumes (daily), giggles, and who run around all summer to one another's houses/swingsets and back wearing no shoes or socks.
Bruce and Carol threw the gingerbread-house-makin' shindig of the year today. After decorating the houses, their faces, and fingers, and filling tummies beyond the legal sugar limit (don't worry Carol, no stomachs had to be pumped) . . .
. . . Carol decided the children needed to burn off some sugar high energy.
So what did we do?
We went a-caroling, down our wonderful street we love so much.
So many houses, so few songs we knew; Jingle Bells, Rudolph, and We WISH You a Merry Christmas sung over and over again.
I think a wonderful new tradition has been born.
Thanks, Bruce and Carol. We love you!