Oh, it's a custom from where I come from. A night of the year around harvest where the poor go to the doors of the rich and sing songs and dance in exchange for food and drink and coin to help them through the winter.
They do! I've learned to bring a bag of my own. Parents get treats, too. And sometimes kind citizens have special treats for the poor tired parents who've been dealing with excited children all day.
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Oh, it's a custom from where I come from. A night of the year around harvest where the poor go to the doors of the rich and sing songs and dance in exchange for food and drink and coin to help them through the winter.
They do! I've learned to bring a bag of my own. Parents get treats, too. And sometimes kind citizens have special treats for the poor tired parents who've been dealing with excited children all day.