Come they told me pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
A newborn King to see pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Our finest gifts we bring pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
To lay before the King pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
So to honour Him pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
When we come.
Yesterday was difficult. Boris’ announcement that Covid is spreading faster has resulted in further restrictions for Christmas. Arrangements will have to change; long awaited family gatherings abandoned; feelings of anger, disappointment, fear, confusion…
Here’s a simple story of boy who comes to see the Baby Jesus. He brings no gifts – only his drum playing.
Baby Jesus pa rum 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 a King pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Shall I play for you? pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
On my drum?
Daniel, a deaf teenager, has been having drumming lessons. His tutor wrote:
I just wanted to say what a pleasure it’s been to teach Daniel this term… It became apparent that he’s working purely with feel and vibration and that’s an extra element that most drummers don’t get… He’s doing great and is certainly right up there with the top level of hearing drummers that I’ve taught…
We can all be ‘a little drummer boy’. The Christmas story speaks of rich wise men bringing gifts to a King; this boy brings who he is and what he has.
Mary nodded pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
The ox and lamb kept time pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
I played my drum for Him pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
I played my best for Him pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Then He smiled at me pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
Me and my drum.
This is not a sweet story about children, for children.
We are all to be givers, not observers; all of us are accepted and all of our gifts are acceptable – regardless of their apparent human value.
And the baby king who smiled at the boy’s gift grew to be a man who taught about the importance of giving – and demonstrated that true giving can be painfully costly.