That’s right. We went as carolers! I actually did this a couple years ago with Ben and Sophie, but it was still cute.
We sang “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” at every door. Our greatest achievement was when we got a Hispanic man with a thick New York accent to leave the World Series and tell us how great we were, laughing and yelling “CAHrolers! They went as CAHrolers!”. Our low point was when we rang the doorbell, stood on the step, and waited while we watched a man fill up his glass at the sink. Eventually, his wife came to answer the door, and asked us if we were singing to everybody. We said yes; he said “I bet they pay you to stop”. Then after we got our candy their very small and annoying dog, known as Coco, chased us down the driveway.
In our neighborhood, most people go to town to trick-or-treat, which means that all the new people buy way more candy than they need, and if you bother to trudge down their driveway you will be greatly rewarded. Gabrielle eloquently expressed this at one house by attempting to say “I love newbies!” as we walked down the steps, but misspoke and ended up saying “I love boobies!”.
We also got a lot of “So…do you know what holiday it is?” and “Did I miss something?”. I suggested that we go trick-or-treating at Christmas and see if we can score more candy, but Gabrielle said no. Then I suggested we go to the extremely conservative, Halloween-is-evil type Christians down the road and sing “Jesus Got Run Over By a Reindeer”, but she vetoed that too.
Her version here.


