Last night we got the keys to our new house. The girls are calling it "Ryan's House." He's our real estate agent (and the father of a boy who was in Kennedy's class last year), and has always been there with us. I guess it's hard for a kid to understand why anyone would need a second house, especially if they don't ever live there. When we pulled into the driveway, there were some people out caroling a few doors up the street. They were singing Macy's favorite Christmas song, "Jingle Bells." We listened until they finished and then went inside to put in a few new light bulbs, set up a timer for a lamp, tape up some broken windows in the basement (I mentioned that this house needs a lot of work, right?), and set off a bug fogger.
When we were driving away, Macy asked, "Where are the Care Bears?" The what? "The Care Bears!" Oh, do you mean the singers? "Yes, the Care Bears!" Ah, they are called carolers, and they went inside because it's cold and snowing.
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