My Little Drummer Boy

 
He's nine years old.
The serious type.
Usually pretty quiet in a crowd.
But not today.
Today he rocked.
He rocked his gift and we worshiped the Giver.

(sadly, the video ends abruptly thanks to a  full memory card)

A quickly scribbled love note was sent down the bench.

And another, more precious than the first.

It's true. "He did the best."
And that happy face?

It's mine.