It was a cold saturday night. Christmas was a few days away, thus houses were happily decorated. Four cheerful souls were knocking door to door, singing for the enjoyment of seeing people smile. Each house has a story, each person a past. And these carolers know their tales. (This is a compiled list of short stories of the backgrounds and tales I have about my neighbors, that I was explaining to my friends as we walked about singing our hearts away. Enjoy. :3)All Rights Reserved