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Carrie Underwood Singing With Her Son Isaiah Will Bust Your Boy Mom Heart Wide Open

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By Jenny Rapson

Carrie Underwood singing with son in recording studio — Carrie Underwood/Instagram

If you haven’t listened to the new Christmas album from Carrie Underwood entitled My Gift, I highly recommend it. I’ve been listening for a couple weeks now, since a friend recommended the track Hallelujah, an incredibly moving duet with John Legend which I’ve had on repeat more than a few times. It’s more than memorable!

But the most emotional and show-stopping song from the album is Carrie’s duet of Little Drummer Boy with her 5-year-old son, Isaiah Fisher.

I mean my boy mom heart skipped like 12 beats when I heard that little voice sing “pa wum pa pum pum”! I think my uterus may have skipped a beat, too!

Listen for yourself!

Even better than listening, you can see Carrie and her little guy perform the song together on Carrie’s Christmas special, My Gift: A Christmas Special From Carrie Underwood on HBO Max.

Carrie also posted about her special moment recording with Isaiah on her Instagram account, saying, “So happy we captured the sweetest voice in this special moment in time. My own Little Drummer Boy will be a part of the #MyGift Christmas Special beginning this Thursday on @hbomax! #MyGiftHBOMax 🥁🎁✨.”

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In the televised special, you can see that Isaiah came to his recording session with mom in a serious mode: collared shirt and ready to go. “I can do it as much times as you want,” he tells his mama. But with those musical Underwood genes, he of course nailed it the first time!

Umm, I literally cannot! This is so sweet and special. What an amazing memory for Carrie to have as a mom, captured on audio and film!

Have you listened to My Gift yet? It has some of my very favorite Christmas songs on it, including O Come All Ye Faithful and O Holy Night, but Underwood’s duets with John Legend and her little Isaiah are definitely the icing on this Christmas cake!

One more reason we love Carrie Underwood: opening up about her rainbow baby and miscarriage journey.

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Do you love Carrie like we love Carrie? Check out her new book, Find Your Path, which is a New York Times best seller.

From Carrie Underwood: “I want to be healthy and fit 52 weeks of the year, but that doesn’t mean I have to be perfect every day. This philosophy is a year-round common-sense approach to health and fitness that involves doing your best most of the time—and by that I don’t mean being naughty for three days and good for four. I mean doing your absolute best most of the time during every week, 52 weeks of the year.”

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Jenny Rapson

Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor. You can find her at her blog, Mommin' It Up, or follow her on Twitter.

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But the most emotional and show-stopping song from the album is Carrie’s duet of Little Drummer Boy with her 5-year-old son, Isaiah Fisher.

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