It's release day for Sydney Logan's latest holiday short story, "The Little Drummer Boy!"
It’s Christmas Eve, and Justin Banks is on the hunt for a last-minute gift for his wife, Megan. With the help of a homeless man and the beat of a drum, Justin stumbles upon the one thing Megan has always wanted. The one thing money can’t buy. It's amazing what we can hear if we just take a moment and really listen.
This was my first sampling of Logan’s work and I found it quiet touching. Short in length, but not on story, The Little Drummer Boy introduces us to a couple who have been trying to start their family without much luck. Told from the male POV (which I rather enjoyed because it allowed us to see how much this man adores and loves his wife), we are taken on a holiday journey that leaves you believing in miracles. I would be lying if I said this tale didn’t draw a tear or two (happy ones!) from me as I read.
If you want a feel good, quick, seasonal read, you won’t be disappointed in giving this one a try. I promise, you just might believe in the magic of Christmas again by the time you’re done.
*I was given an ARC in exchange for an honest review.*
Rum pum pum pum.It’s faint, but it’s there. A quiet, rhythmic beat that blends into the night. How this old man heard the sound is beyond me. “You hear it, don’t you?”
With a nod, I look around, hoping to find the source of the sound. The man points toward the coffee shop’s covered alleyway.
“Back there,” he says.
The carolers begin their rendition of “O Holy Night,” and once again, I hear the “rum pum pum pum” coming from the darkness.
Intrigued, I step away from the old man and walk slowly toward the alley. Each step brings me closer to the beat, until finally, I see a little boy, nestled in the corner. His only light comes from a lantern, and a snare drum rests in his lap. The drum is scarred and the strap is frayed, but it’s obviously his most prized possession.Probably his only possession.
Does he live here? In this filthy alley? And where are his parents?
His clothes are dirty and ragged, and the faded blue jacket he wears is about three sizes too big.“Shall I play for you?” he whispers.