David took a deep breath. The musty smells of the old town hall made his nose itch. This place still reminded him of community gatherings, nativity plays or combined Easter services. An old plastic Christmas tree leaned against the wall; bent over and covered in cobwebs. He pushed aside the sagging stage curtain and touched one of the fifteen tarnished Christmas bells which hung in a neat row. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the familiar sounds. All he heard was the squeak of the front door.
‘Mrs Jessop, good to see you. What’s it been…?’
‘Twelve months’, she groaned. The old woman placed her scarf and handbag on a nearby table. ‘Where is everyone? I want to be home early tonight.’
‘Well, Teresa married in January and moved to the coast. Donald won’t be here… you knew his wife died from cancer a few weeks ago?’
‘Yes, I read the funeral notice in the obituaries but I was too busy to go.’
David was about to continue when a soprano rendition of Hark the Herald Angels Sing echoed in the empty hall. He turned toward the door and laughed as his star performer approached. The girl’s chubby face reflected enthusiasm which oozed from her.
‘Meredith, you look um… colourful… as usual.’ He stepped back and gazed at her peculiar outfit.
Mrs Jessop stood with her hands on her hips. Her head moved slowly from side to side. ‘I hope we’re not dressing in florescent angel costumes this year to sing Angels in the Realms of Glory.’
Meredith giggled. ‘It’s been a fabulous year David. I earned an art scholarship in London.’ Her eyes sparkled. ‘I have always wanted to work in London. Perhaps this will be my big chance.’
The side door swung open and a middle-aged woman entered as she spoke. ‘David, I can’t believe it’s that time of year again.’ She smiled and offered a hug. ‘John won’t be coming. He’s still away at army training.’
Mrs Jessop frowned. ‘Well, well. That was a bit inconsiderate of your son, Joan. He could have at least waited until after carolling season before he joined the Army.’ With another shake of her head she slumped heavily into a chair.
Almost simultaneously, two other choir members burst into the hall through the front and side entries. The commotion rose with reminiscing and laughter which now seem to brighten the dreary hall.
David glanced at his watch and whistled. ‘Okay everyone, you know the routine. We’ll have three practices before we start carolling. Let’s begin tonight with Meredith’s choice, Hark the Herald Angels Sing.’ He paused as the choir members took their places in a curved line, shuffling closer to fill gaps where others had once stood. David cleared his throat. ‘It’s sad to think that if we go on like this, within a few years our town’s carolling group will no longer exist.’
Smiles disappeared and expressions became solemn. Whispers betrayed their thoughts.
Joan, one of the older group members, broke the quiet chatter. ‘Oh please, don’t say that David.’
He straightened and coughed. ‘Well let’s not spoil our practice. Maybe we can have a meeting some time and do some recruiting for next year.’
Mrs Jessop made a throaty gruff noise. ‘Oh, but we can’t have strangers singing carols with us.’
‘Why not?’ Meredith’s face flushed.
David tapped his baton on his music stand. ‘Twelve years ago, we began with fifteen carollers. We all knew each other like family and regardless of which church we attended, we visited each other during the year. We shared each other’s joys and sorrows.’ He sighed heavily. ‘When was the last time we commenced our annual carolling practice with a party… or polished our bells?’
Meredith sat on the floor and crossed her legs; her head in her hands. The line dispersed. Joan’s husband Rolf, brought a chair over so Joan could sit.
‘So, it’s come to this?’ Mrs Jessop sighed.
The hall grew silent. The only sound was the occasional creaking of the rafters and the wood-rotted door rattling with the slightest breeze.
‘I still want to sing Hark the Herald Angels Sing’, Meredith whispered.
David tapped his baton again. ‘OK, let’s sing our best this year. We’ll polish our bells and let the whole town know that we want carolling to continue. Let’s announce the birth of Jesus like we haven’t done before.’
A gentle white snow began to fall outside and the words Hark the Herald Angels Sing echoed in the old town hall and throughout their little town.
© Chrissy Siggee