There is a Christmas eve tradition in this area. Started by the man in
whose house I now live. They say that he remembered the Christmas
carollers coming to every house. In the small town back East where he
grew up.
So every year, Christmas carollers traverse Flannigans hill. In a horse
drawn carriage. Or in years like this when there is fresh snow on the
ground, the horses pull a sleigh.
Both carriage and sleigh old and beautiful. Bought somewhere back East
and shipped here, by the lonely widower who endowed the Christmas Carol
Journey of Flannigans Hill.