tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998683853290544353.post543623882430742157..comments2023-04-04T07:36:58.533-07:00Comments on Parenting With a Smile: Christmas Caroling MemoriesLinda McQuinn Carlblomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14470455396572118601noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998683853290544353.post-78173190295780037512015-12-16T09:20:53.645-07:002015-12-16T09:20:53.645-07:00This post brought back wonderful memories for me. ...This post brought back wonderful memories for me. I was blessed to grow up in a neighborhood that was predominantly German. My grandmother lived with us, and there were many other older adults in the neighborhood who had come to America from Germany. At Christmastime, they got together and went door-to-door singing carols in German. There were treats for them at each house.<br />For me, waiting for the carolers to come was one of the best things about Christmas.Jean Fischerhttps://inthecompostpile.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com