I shouldn't have gone, I wouldn't have if I hadn't had a few too many beers. Looking back on it all I should have stayed in the bar in my comfortable seat not far from the heater. It's just that I had some hopes of bringing home some company for the night and when all the women in the bar decided that going out caroling was a fantastic idea all I could do was tag along.
"You coming Jack?" several called back to me.
"Already? Can't I at least finish my beer?" I hollered back but they kept going. I glanced around and noted all of the remaining drinkers were male, so I took one last gulp of beer, grabbed by coat and headed for the door.
By the time I got my jacket on and made it through the door the group was about a block ahead of me. Zipping my jacket up near my neck I walked quickly toward the group, running across the street just as the light changed. By the time they made it to the end of the next block I had caught up.
Strangely I noticed that almost the entire group had paired up. Several of them were couples, but I really didn't expect the others to slip into comfortable couples so quickly. I guess the cold made encouraged the cuddling. Suddenly from within the group, the last, unattached woman made her way toward me.
I tried not to wince as she made her way toward me. It was Carol, a not entirely ugly woman, but certainly the least attractive of the other women in our group. She was thin, with long, straight hair that always looked like it needed washing. Her eyebrows were thick and could have used a bit of plucking, but at least it wasn't a uni-brow. Her nose was long and slightly turned to one side, not as bad as a boxer's, but something like that.
Her lips were thin and when she smiled you could see her teeth were very crooked. Oddly, her body was nice. Her breasts were small, but proportionate with the rest of her and she had a nice tight ass that seemed perfect for squeezing. Perhaps if she pulled her hood up enough to hide her face some, I wouldn't look quite as desperate walking with her.
"It's so cold," she whispered, leaning against me some.
"Yeah, I didn't think this was a very good idea, I would have been just as happy sipping my beer at the bar and watch carolers on TV."
"Oh but where's your Christmas spirit?"
"Gone to Miami like all the smart folks," I replied, trying to keep from shuddering as I squeezed a bit closer to her. I eased my arm around her waist, trying to get warm.
Well, we hadn't reached any houses, but the group huddled up around a small bar and began singing, "We wish you a Merry Christmas." Unfortunately, it seems none of us remembered all the words, so halfway into the song we all ended up humming. The few bar patrons who peeked out the door groaned that they needed another drink and stumbled back inside.
The group of us moved on and as we crossed a long parking lot figured out that everyone knew "Deck the Halls," or at least we decided that with all the Fa-la-las it all really didn't matter. We were all shivering by the time we crossed the parking lot, but we grouped up in front of a house and began singing. Carol and I even joined in this time, swaying back and forth as we sang.
A man and woman came to the door and they actually clapped when we finished the song with a disintegrating flurry of fas and las. They did seem relieved as we moved on toward another house. Carol and I followed the group to the next few houses and did our best to sing along, but either it was simply too cold, we were all to drunk or none of us could carry a tune but each new carol we tried to sing was worse than the last. When a family of four disgustedly closed the door midway through the first verse of "Jingle Bells" we all figured we needed to give up.
Carol was shivering quite a bit by that time so we split off looking for somewhere we could warm up. We crossed the street to a gas station. It was obviously closed but I hoped the restrooms might be open. Carol and I walked around to the side and although the women's restroom was locked, the men's restroom wasn't so we stepped inside.
I turned on the light and although the heat wasn't on, the room had to be twenty or thirty degrees warmer than outside. We cuddled together for a moment until Carol's shivering stilled down a bit. Then, feeling the cold and all the beer I drank earlier I realized I needed to use the urinal.
