& then there are the ones that have become background, the ones I really don't hear anymore.
Played too many times over multiple Christmases, I have placed him on the shelf of, 'yes, that one's nice but, this one is better'
& then yesterday came along and I was handed a most beautiful reminder.
Little Baby
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too,
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give our King
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Shall I play for you!
Pa rum pum pum
On my drum.
Talk about being smacked right upside the head.
It's as if I had never heard those words before
& suddenly,
all of my wondering and fussing and hurrying and doing and will I get everything done in time -ing ?
Poof.
Gone.
Replaced by an easy, comforting, calm.
Then He smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.
Thank you, Little Drummer Boy.
Your simple suggestion has quietly become my treasure.
:)
I Am My Feelings
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