Hark the heralds and Falalalalas

I've been spending nights on my bed, silently listening to children singing Christmas carols. But it was until last night when I heard a whole lot of them. From Pasko na naman to Silent Night, children sang from the top of their lungs either to express their joy towards the birth of Christ or to earn a penny or two.

I, too, am fond of caroling. 

I could still remember how we do it in my childhood days. Two pieces of stone are enough to accompany our Christmas rituals.

It is fascinating to know how children today, despite of technological changes, still spend time gathering their friends, and jump from one house to another to sing Christmas carols.

If I still have the luxury of time, I would eagerly spend every night caroling. It's a different feeling when I sing Christmas songs for people, or even just for me. And it's even a greater feeling when they give you money just for singing. 

I think it's not just about the money. It's how we express our love for the season through singing. 

So I sing, "We wish you a merry christmas, we wish you a merry christmas, we wish you a merry christmas... And a happy new year!"