I heard young voices singing outside, and bells ringing. Who was out there caroling? I had done that with a few friends when we were young, but that was 40 years ago, kids didn’t go Christmas caroling anymore.
But there was a knock on my door, and I saw three young men who I didn’t recognize until they took their hats off. The performed a more-than-respectable a capella version of “Jingle Bells”, ringing three handbells. Of course, I sang along. They deserved more than the change I dropped into their cottage cheese container for the effort, for their performance, and for the memories.