Robyn and I

went caroling on Saturday.

Okay.

To be completely honest

('tis the season)

it was mostly Robyn.

I was there for the moral support.

And the purchasing.

(Saturday Evening: Christmas Dance)

Because our caroling

just happened

to coincide with our

weekly grocery shopping.

On a Saturday (remember?)

at the Wal-mart.

The only Walmart for thirty miles.

Atleast fifty percent of our

(not so) small (when everyone is in the same place)

town was there.

Which didn't really matter.

Only helped things along.

She sang her little heart out.

Prancing up and down the aisles.

Lightly touching everything at her level.

While I followed closely behind.

Beaming.

And pushing the shopping cart.

It was lovely.