'Tis the season. Holiday greens and red candles brighten fireplace mantles and tabletops. White lights are draped on fresh Douglas Fir trees. Sugar cookies bake in the oven. Eggnog is ladled from crystal punch bowls. And B hits the ivories for a round of Christmas songs.
That music in front of him? He doesn't need it. Any song. Any key. Just give him a minute to figure it out and he's on it. The guy's got a magical musical ear.
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas, where 'er you are, what 'er you celebrate.