As most of you know, I write the bulk of my posts at a local Chik-fil-A. My son and grandson (a mere four years apart) play in the play area and I write. It’s weird, but it works.
We come on ‘family night’, and usually there is some kind of kid’s activity going on, usually harmless, sometimes irritatingly noisy and obtrusive. But tonight, it was different.
Tonight, there were two guys on guitar and keyboard playing all kinds of Christmas music. At times, it sounded like we were in a saloon (the keyboardist has that style down, especially on Rudolph!) and at other times in a church. Everything from ‘Feliz Navidad’ to ‘O Holy Night’ to ‘Angels We Have Heard on High’ have been played with great skill.
Makes me want to burst into song. Or at least into a big smile.
Bless these guys. And bless God for the irrepressible gift of music.
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UPDATE: after typing that, I spoke with them and found at they play regularly at the Bradenton Christian Reformed Church (thanks Steve and Joel!)
TulipGirl
*grin*