After morning aerobics, the residents moseyed and shuffled and walkered their way to their seats in the dining room to hear the pianists. All thirty of them.
It was my son Gresham’s first recital so I recorded it. For grandparents to see. But I’m too proud not to show it to you too.
He soft rocks these carols expertly despite being very nervous. And he has good hair. (Watch your back, Bieber.)