On top of which, as the inn was full he couldn’t get hisself a beer, no he had to argue the toss with the innkeeper so his wife who had ridden just sat there doing bugger all but whinging.
After getting Mary bedded down Joe is looking forward to taking sandals off and washing his tootsies before having a kip, what happens? Mary decides to fire out Jesus ahead of schedule.
So…we’ve got a whole lot of howling and wailing before sprog makes an entry.
Just as soon as he’s cleaned up and as Joe is once more trying to unstrap his sandals along comes, in quick succession…shepherds/sheep/some oddballs with gold and stuff/ a bunch of angels playing harps and caterwauling like demented banshees.
On top of this a frigging great star is hovering over the gaff, the light is blinding!!
then hoves into view some scruffy little oik banging a freaking drum.
Joe is well pissed off…well do you blame him?
I’m confused as to the TYPE of drum he’s playing.
Every evolution of the Little Drummer Boy always had him beating sticks on a snare-type drum held by a strap 'round his neck.
The type of drum he would be carrying should be one played with the fingers or hands.
In Fifth Grade, for our Xmas pageant (we were able to have those in schools back then :rolleyes: ), I was a LDB with a tom tom. Got to play a really neat drum solo in the middle of it, too.
Of course, I had a towel wrapped around my head in imitation of some sort of turban thingy. I looked like a dork… :smack:
You guys are missing the timing. There’s a pause between the two lines. I think the little brat tried to claim he had no gift to bring and everyone in the stable gave his drum a meaningful look. So he had to think quickly and the best he could come up with was to claim he meant to say he didn’t have any gift that was good enough to give to a king. So he was greedy, stupid, deceitful, and a butt kisser.
