So the neighbors can dance

The drums woke me up at 2am Christmas morning. "Come out and celebrate with us! Come!" sang the revelers. After a few minutes they continued on to the next house. Over the course of the night they visited every house in the east side of town, celebrating the birth of Christ.
The Kirton is the hallmark of a Garo Christmas. From the beginning of December until Christmas Day the Christian young people get together every night to sing and dance in the surrounding villages. Christmas is coming!
My chance at Kirton came Christmas evening. After a day of visiting and eating, followed by a cultural show, it was time for kirton! Everyone, young and old made a circle with the drummers and caller in the middle.
The drums started pounding slowly. "Oh come!" the caller called "Oh come" we echoed. We stomped our feet right, forward, right, back. "Oh come, the child is born!" "Oh come the child is born!" right, forward, right, back. The drums speeded up as the caller sang out. The dancers made two circles, the inner one whirling in double time. People dropped out, then joined again. The dust rose up from the ground, choking us. The drummer slowed down, as did our feet: right, forward, right, back.
I could have gone on all night, but after the first song the girl responsible for getting me home decided she was done. "We're a little old for this," she told me, "and I have a headache." Ugh! I want to dance and sing 'till midnight!