At our old house my then seventeen year old brother was just about to reverse the car out of the drive, unbeknownst to us, when our Church, lead by the Girls Brigade, came to our house to sing carols as they did every year, a few nights before Christmas.
My brother was too embarrassed to say he was there, and ask them to move so he sould reverse the car out. So there he sat slumped in the drivers seat, trying to hide, waiting for them to go.
Twenty minutes later, as my parents and I listened to the last of the carols, one of the little Girls Brigaders happened to look in the car whilst singing Away in a Manger. She was so shocked to see this hidden, slumped teenage lad, she started screaming, then the others saw my brother hiding and joined in the screaming. Mass pandemonium followed.
How we laugh now, and enjoy reminding my brother.
