Are they singing to the statues?

Half a dozen people in red pointed hats with white balls on the top. Hanging out together around an art installation of 7 foot tall statues next to English Bay beach. We couldn't tell for sure from our table inside Raincity Grill, but I think they were singing Christmas Carols to the statues.

It was Christmas Eve, so that's the last day carolers would be wandering around annoying people with off-key renditions of old worn-out songs. But would the statues be enjoying it? The statues look like they are made of a metal of some sort, so maybe the music would resonate quite nicely around the circle of statues.

Of course, if the carolers had vivid imaginations, that could be quite frightening. Voices echoing off 7 foot tall semi-human versions of fierce ball players. No, that one in the corner of your eye didn't move, really, it didn't. It's just shadows from car lights, it's just dark out, so you notice it more. Very dark. No snow on the ground, it's not raining, there aren't many stars out, but the moon is a half-crescent. The clouds passing in front of the moon aren't scary, and the coyotes that live around here are probably sleeping, not hunting.

And don't worry, people always drive that badly, they aren't drunk during this time of the year... none of those cars are going to careen into the open field and hit the statues and the carolers, really. I'm just an alarmist, sitting in a restaurant watching extremely bad driving outside the window I'm sitting at. Really.

Singing to the statues sounded nice at first blush, but an overactive imagination could make a horror story out of it!