This years Carol night was louder, busier and if possible more fun than last year. Christmas jumpers were dug out, percussion instruments shaken, food shared and money collected for charity.
This night embodies how I feel about Christmas. People coming together, forgetting about the problems in the world and in their own lives just for one night where they can sing to their hearts content to carols sung from a sheet shared with their neighbour.
I will say, some singing isn’t as good as others but that’s the ok, we don’t care, we are letting our hair down and being jolly. (photo)
Half way through the evening, mulled wine, beer and cheer are adding to the mood and people are getting confused with the constant change in the order of the carol service. You cant be singing Little Donkey over Good King Wencelas, its just not right!
The best bit is here! 12 days of Christmas. Happy, squiffy people trying to keep up and remembering which order the lords a leaping come in is Christmas comedy gold. The bit everyone remembers is 5 gold rings which has to be sung loud enough for the whole of Bilston to hear.
People leave, wish each other Merry Christmas, exchange cards and gifts and leave happy, glowing and feeling good.
Merry Christmas all xx