All of a sudden we hear from the back seat, "Loud. Mom. Louder." They had been waiting all week to hear the song on the radio. "...I play my best for him, pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum..." We sat listening to every word, singing to ourselves. As we were eating dinner, I said to Cormick, "Do you know what my favorite part is? Pa rum pum pum pum." "I like that, too", he says with a huge smile. Turns out he knows the story behind the song. He knows why the "little boy drummer" plays the drum and who he plays the drum for. Another "ahhhhhhh - life is good" moment.
(little drummer boy pic grabbed from gumnutcottage.blogspot.com)
2 comments:
Intersting that song is the favorite of so many people. It seems to transcend generations. Maybe many Christmas songs do the same. Just feels like this one is special. Maybe it's the pure innocence that's attractive. Glad you got to have a moment as beutiful as this!
What a sweet story!
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