advent, day something: come, they told me
We left for a few days, you see? To be still, to do things like people in love, who walk streets of twinkling lights and listen to carols compete with chattering crowds and to eat delicious things like sugar cookie cheesecake and other sweets. We slept in late, we followed no schedule, we blogged no blogs. And here, upon returning, is the sweetest a capella carol...the lyrics of the traditional Little Drummer Boy are below, minus all of the drumming. Because I want to see the words. The words about a little boy bringing no gifts and feeling as though he has nothing to offer this tiny King, when it occurs to him the thing he loves most, the play, the fun, the rhythm, could be a gift of itself. I love the reassurance that the gifts need not be elaborate or rich or stunning, but can be some small thing we may not even see as really an offering. That the holy family delights in the rhythmic drumming. That Mary nods in time with the little boy's beat. And that the tiny newborn King smiles at the offering in the end.
From someone who often feels ill-equipped or poorly supplied to return anything to her King, this reminds me that there is nothing small about what I bring, when it's truly given with joy and expectancy and an earnest heart.
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Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A newborn King to see... Our finest gifts we bring... To lay before the King... rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
So to honor Him... When we come.
Little Baby... I am a poor boy too... I have no gift to bring... That's fit to give the King... rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum, On my drum?
Mary nodded... The ox and lamb kept time... I played my drum for Him... I played my best for Him... rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum.