“The Little Drummer Boy" was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy seneless with his own drumsticks.”
“Pa-rump, pa-rump, pa-rump. He's the Little Drummer Boy on speed.”
“I was marching to the beat of my own drummer, and I was clearly out of step with reality.”
“There’s a third option,” I retorted. “Maybe I’m smart enough not to be afraid of little boys running around playing commando.”
“even my different drummer heard a different drummer”
“I was like a little boy showing off my toys, desperate to win approval.”