Come Caroling With Me

A friend of mine invited me a few years ago to go Christmas caroling with her.  It was quite the funny invitation.  I’m not a singer.  I’m rather a person who people suggest NOT sing.  I can’t carry a tune, except for maybe at home or in the shower.  Then I’m perfect at singing.

I’ve gone consistently with my friend over the years.  This year it really hit me why I go caroling every year.  Its something that has made Boston feel like home to me.  Here I am, no longer a visitor to this wonderful city.  Rather, its a ritual, a habit, something I participate in every year.

This year I decided to turn this into a little photo essay.  I tried to capture the joy of the singers and the joy of the people hearing the singing.  All in all, magnificent:

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