The little drummer boy was always one of my favorite Christmas songs. Maybe it was the combination of a child and a drum. Offering what he had. I have a soft spot for children and the sound of drums, or shoe taps, or whatever else keeps rhythms. (Someday I will take tap lessons…)
And then, lo and behold, we had a son. And he became a percussionist. And he offers that gift to the church in Boston each Sunday morning.
Makes a mom smile.