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: