“Why is it scary?” Hal asked.

Charlotte sipped her hot cocoa and shook her head. “I don’t know exactly. But when I hear that carol I feel uneasy. Like it’s not a happy song at all.”

Hal nodded. “Tidings of comfort and joy,” he said. “But it doesn’t sound comforting or joyful.”

The two enjoyed their drinks, imbibing the cafe’s holiday ambience: crackling fire, the sound of silverware tinkling on plates, delicious aromas, and each other’s company.

“Fear not then, said the Angel, let nothing you affright…” Charlotte hummed. “It’s just so ominous.”

Hal put down his empty mug. “Refill?”

“I’ve had enough sugar, thanks.”

“Let’s go walk this off then,” Hal said, signaling the waiter. “It’s a beautiful night.”

As they walked into the night, the words fluttered in her head. “To save us all from Satan’s power/when we have gone astray…”

Have I gone astray? She wondered.