Day #12: Caroling
"How many more houses do we have to go to?" Lola complained, trudging along after her entourage of joyful, caroling siblings. Even though the colorful Christmas displays around town were a beautiful sight, Lola wasn't happy tonight. December nights had a reputation for being freezing cold, and this one was no exception.
"All this talk about partridges really makes me want to ask Santa for a hunting rifle," she grumbled.
Suddenly, after the siblings sang a particularly bad rendition of "Jingle Bells," a door opened. A woman handed Lola two dollars.
Wait a minute. You could get paid for this?