Carols in the park

There is a chill in the air, kept out by coat.

The mulled wine warms hands, and lips alike.

The suns setting but all around is candles, flickering.

The dog lays down at my feet, getting comfy on the blanket.

The speakers come to life with a buzz, a woman center of the band stand.

The children are stopped in their play, encouraged to go back to their adults.

The lady starts the whole thing off... with a prayer, I smile at my mother to remind myself she is the only reason I am there.

Together we find the first song in the booklet, leaning in so we can both see the words.

But she doesn't need them, she just wants to be close, so we can sway to the beat, singing loud and off key.

People in the park brought together through signing silly songs.