There is a band of honest to God, I shit you not, mariachis in my snow filled driveway, and they are singing I'll Be Home for Christmas.

Dear God, are you there? This is me, Nifra. I have a question for you: Do I live in a neighborhood where mariachi wassailers are something I'm going to have to get used to? If so, I love you God, but you're a right strange bird. Much confusion and some consternation, Me.

Is there -- does one give carollers things to make them go away, or can you just stay in your apartment and stare out the window in total horror? Because I'm sticking to the latter for just now.