Caroling, Caroling... Through the Slush and Ice...

Today... We went carolling. I felt like I'd been stuffed, dunno why I thought to bring heavy clothing... The weather wasn't THAT bad... Our first glorious attempt landed us in front of "Heidi's Cottage"(a little sign named the place). Only a closed door greeted us. The occupants were either indifferent or just not present. I guess that was a good thing, since I was laughing so hard I couldn't sing. I forget why, maybe it was the irony of the situation... Second place. A lady answered the door and told us her husband was sick. The latter attempts were more pleasant. At one time, a man invited us in and gave us something to drink, and gave a brief history of North Hatley. A man from Saudi Arabia once owned the whole town... His name was Saad... Gumball, Gerber, G something... And I had no idea that people like the Prime Minister of the state of Quebec (Jean Chretien), the founder of the Jean Coutou (or however it's spelled), and the heir of Goodyear lived across the lake... Well... I'm off to get my sleep fix. Show at Sears tomorrow. I pray all goes well.