I took the older children to the annual Christingle service at the local church here in Buckinghamshire. We soon learnt the Christingle song, which is the only one I know with a line ending in the word ‘orange’ – fortunately it isn’t required to rhyme with anything.
While we were doing this a band of carol singers set off from the Methodist church. I was able to track them down afterwards and we joined them for the final part of their outing, as I’ve done for most years in the last decade or so. Singing out of doors imposes a certain lack of subtlety, but I think we gave a reasonable account of most of the standards.