Seasonally-Relevant Wonderings
Dec. 14th, 2009 09:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lawnrrdDecember's annual soundtrack is in heavy rotation everywhere. For the sixth year, I find myself wondering if the writer of the lyrics for "The Little Drummer Boy" could possibly have been a parent. Because every time I hear that carol, I think of Joseph.
The poor guy was sleep-deprived to the point of hallucination, as new fathers universally are. And unless he had the mother of all cuckolding fetishes, he must have been at least a little bit resentful that it was all for someone else's kid, too.
Finally, he gets the littleplastic baby Jesus to stop crying and nap. All he wants is a blessed minute of rest. Then some urchin wanders off of the street, into the baby's room stall, and starts BANGING BANGING ZOMG STOP THE BANGING on the percussion. I can imagine lots of consequences, but nothing heartwarming.
The poor guy was sleep-deprived to the point of hallucination, as new fathers universally are. And unless he had the mother of all cuckolding fetishes, he must have been at least a little bit resentful that it was all for someone else's kid, too.
Finally, he gets the little
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Date: 2009-12-17 04:18 pm (UTC)Susan
and, happy birthday!
Date: 2009-12-17 08:32 pm (UTC)Come, they told him...
Date: 2009-12-19 01:48 pm (UTC)Re: Come, they told him...
Date: 2009-12-19 01:49 pm (UTC)