The Babe and I were driving off somewhere shortly before Christmas and we saw the raccoons that have been visiting us running across the street about a block away to someone's house. They've clearly been making the rounds in the neighborhood, hitting up everyone for a bit of Christmas cheer. The Babe immediately said "They're wassailing!"
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our masks, they are black, and our tummies are brown.
Our eyes, they are bright, and our spirits are free,
Wassail, wassail, wassail to thee!