Eternal Choir of Winter's Waits

Victorian carolers stood at my grandmother's door last Christmas. Their mouths stayed closed but perfect

harmony filled the air. She told me about The Waits, medieval watchmen

who sang through winter nights to prove they stayed awake. Some froze to death

while singing. Their voices never stopped. The tradition says they wander every

December, searching for warmth they'll never feel again. They sing outside

your home for hours, days, weeks. The melody becomes unbearable.

Sleep becomes impossible. Families have gone mad from the constant carols. But the rule is

absolute. Never open the door. Never invite them inside. Because once you