Simple Pleasures

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born 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,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

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 the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

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,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.

Katherine K. Davis, Henry Onorati and Harry Simeone, 1958

There's one question reverberating among family members that can't seem to be answered: "What do you want for Christmas?" There are no wish lists like we used to make as kids with the Eaton's catalogue open in front of us. There are no needs (except for a pair of winter boots, that Mom and Dad gave me this week as an early Christmas present) and no desires. We all are as content as Cat with a plastic bag and old newspapers. How fortunate we are!