I know it's not Christmas, but last night Nathan wanted to have a little concert for us at home. He dug through the piano bench, which has music that I've not touched in it for years, and found a stack of random papers. He gives me some, sorts the rest into piles, then plops in the recliner and starts singing:
"Joy to the World, the newborn king..."
"No, son, it's Joy to the World, the Lord is come"
"Joy to the World, the newborn king..."
"Uh don't you mean, it's Joy to the World, the Lord is come"
"No, daddy, this is a new song."
"Oh, my fault."
Fifteen years in vocational music ministry, and I'm schooled by my toddler.
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