Bringing joy without uttering a word.
They stood in front of the choir with mouths wide open but not uttering a single word. That wasn’t their job.
Wearing long winter coats, ear muffs, and mittens for the cold, they were clearly overdressed because it was closer to 60 degrees than it was to freezing.
But there they stood with mouths open wide.
The choir did their thing as choirs do, and he and she also did theirs.
No one knew where they came from exactly but they knew where they were going when the Holiday Season was finished. They’d return next year for a similar encore, a similar gig.
New choir, new songs, but the same ol’ he and she with their mouths fully open.
They would remain nameless though some of the younger lads in the choir had their own pet names for them.
He and she would outlive those lads, unless of course, someone decided to throw those wooden statues away and replace them with something more modern, more contemporary.
How unfortunate that would be.
How unfortunate indeed.