One of the first years we were in Georgia, our Church had a children's Christmas program during Mass in which they re-enacted the Nativity. I do not even remember how it happened that Ben was to be the little drummer boy. I cherish the memory of watching him with a drum over his shoulder, marching solemnly around the Church while I was playing "Little Drummer Boy" with the choir. I remember tearing up as he took his part so seriously.
I have been missing him deeply during Advent. I hear songs that he loved to sing and my arms ache to hold him one more time. To kiss his sweet head and hear him sing to me.
On a more light-hearted note, we have an Elvis Christmas CD that Ben loved to listen to all year. I always smile when I think of him belting out with Elvis "Santa Claus is Back in Town". He had some good dance moves too.
Merry Christmas son.
****UPDATED****
We just returned from the Vigil Mass. The opening hymn was O Come All Ye Faithful. The trumpets blared, and the altar boys rang the bells through the entire song. It was so beautiful that a smile immediately spread over my face. Then the second verse started "Sing, choirs of angels.." and I knew that Ben was in THAT choir and was rejoicing with us. My heart was filled with joy!
