To give, he had nothing this boy all alone,

Poor was he, nothing to own.

a gift for a king, a babe in a manger,

Something to offer, this little stranger.

He searched, and he asked the wise men

Of the land, “what shall I do, only a drum

In my hand”

His drum was his gift, yes, this was it!

He’ll play, and play, they’ll watch as

They sit,

They watched as he played, such a

Spectacular sight,

He banged on his drum, under the

Stars of the night.

With tears in his eyes but a smile

On his face,

His drum was his gift, It was

Christmas, born in this place.

Keith Garrett