Last night, I heard a noise outside. Thinking it was Alex or my helpers coming home from a party, I opened the door, only to find that it's a group of carollers. When they heard me, they said,"O, one-two-three." Then they started to sing.
At first I was kind of annoyed at myself, and was about to turn my back on them.
But, when I saw that the group consisted of teenagers, I was suddenly reminded of my daughter Cae (who is about the same age) and how she would feel if somebody does the same thing.
I went to my room.
I waited for them to finish and when they did, I handed the money to them and said, "Merry Christmas!"
It was only a small amount but the smile on their faces was priceless.