I detest that song. What kind of maroon plays the DRUMS for a SLEEPING NEWBORN? That kid shows up at my barn with his kit after I've just given birth and asks shall he play for me, I am not nodding -- is Mary insane? "I'm exhausted from the donkey ride and the labor and whatnot, and I probably have sepsis because I had to deliver Our Lord into a mangy hay bale -- what better time to hear from the rhythm section"? Say it with flowers, Little Drummer Boy! God!