Received this tucked in the door today:
We cordially invite you to listen to a musical caroling experience (time/date). If interested, please leave a front light on. [Signed by a neighbor]
What to do? What to do?
I want to support the neighborhood. I want to support my neighbors. I love music.
I’m Jewish. I really don’t want to hear about the birth of Jesus, sung to me personally, from my doorstep. Already I haven’t been able to get “I’m Getting Nuttin’ For Christmas” out of my head from a few days ago.
Husby didn’t have any vacillation. He made sure the outside motion-sensor lights were turned off.
Update: due to blowing snow and whiteout conditions, caroling has been cancelled (or at least postponed to tomorrow).
I’m a little bit disappointed. I would have loved to have overheard them caroling to someone else who celebrates Christmas. The music is often beautiful, and I can listen to it so long as I know it’s not directed at me personally.
And maybe it will replace “I’m Getting Nuttin'” and endless refrains of “I Am A Latke.”
Update #2: The tune for the verses in “I Am A Latke” by Debbie Friedman has been buggin’ me all evening, bringing memory snippets of Disney videos to mind. I finally put it together. The tune in the verses (not the chorus) is eerily similar to the tune of the verses in “Be Prepared” (Scar’s Hitler-esque takeover song) in “The Lion King.”