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  Christmas Caroling By:  Carrie Keiser   The only time I remember going caroling as a child was one snowy December evening when we loaded into the car and forged out into the wintery weather to regale the fine people of western Montana with our vocal prowess.  I can’t recall how old I was but I know Megan was quite young maybe three, so possibly I was 10. I’m not 100% sure why we decided to go caroling, we are not much of singers, but we were spreading our wings and getting into the Christmas spirit and sharing the message of hope by way of carols to the unsuspecting residents of the Frenchtown area of western Montana.  I do not remember how many people we subjected to our singing, I do remember that we came upon a car that was off the side of the slippery road and nearly in the Frenchtown Pond.  Dad and Brandon (possible Martin) got out to help the unfortunate driver, an older lady who it turns out had been drinking at a party and should not have been driving.  Dad offered her a ride