Our youth group at Kilbourne Park Baptist Church had so much fun. From the skiing to the camps to the lake to the painting to the car wash and so much more, it was just fun every day we were together. One of the main things we did was Youth Choir. We had a wide range of singers from soloists to those who couldn't carry a tune. All were accepted in our choir. We were accused by some of being in a clique, but I just had fun.
One Christmas, our choir director thought it would be good if we would go one night to sing carols in neighborhoods around the area. We knew most of the songs already, and we learned a few more. There were a lot of choirs in the community doing the same thing as us, so it felt like we were all blanketing the city with Christmas spirit.
We went to one neighborhood off of Forest Drive and went walking along the street, stopping at houses to bring cheer to those living there. We went into a yard and began singing. A man yelled at us to get off of his grass. Definitely a Scrooge. Some of us either didn't hear him, or ignored him, and kept on singing our happy songs. The man then brought out a shotgun and said that we had to get off of his lawn, or he would shoot us. We politely ran out of his yard.
It was time to get some hot chocolate back at the church. That was our excuse. I'm sure some of my friends had to change their pants.
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