He was playing a medley of holiday songs in a ragtime style. He was very good at his craft.

My sister finished getting her corn dog as I snapped this photo, and we sat at a nearby table, listening to him play while we ate.

"That would be the coolest job," I said, "just sitting there and playing piano all day.

I wish I knew how to play piano."

We ate in silence for a minute, enjoying the music.

"You'd probably get sick of the songs though."