Our rebellion consisted of gathering outside to sing Christmas carols by candlelight in a parking lot of our local mall. Hundreds of grateful, joyful people came together, excited for the chance to see smiling faces, hear thankful singing voices, and give praise to God. Unfortunately, thanks to a news helicopter, three drones, several TMZ foot soldiers, and a couple of COVID-Karens with their car horns, we have become infamous. You may have heard of the TV show, “The Masked Singer,” which I hear is all the rage. In the past couple of weeks, the press has affectionately dubbed me as “The Unmasked Singer,” triggering a different kind of rage.
Despite the media’s slander, our first gathering drew 500 joyful carolers at a shopping center. The very next weekend, 1,000 carolers lifted their voices in unison in a parking lot outside a local movie theater. It came just in time. Singing is good for the soul, especially after ten months of financially, emotionally, and physically devastating lockdowns.
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