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(c) 2003 J. K. Twitchell

The Legend of the Little Drummer Boy

Holy Scripture tells us about Joseph and Mary and their journey to Bethlehem to give birth to the Savior. We are told how they wrapped Him in swaddling clothes and laid Him in the manger for there was no room for them in the inn. Weíre told of the visitors that came to see the Christ Child--the shepherds abiding in their fields, keeping watch over their flocks by night. And weíre told about the Wise Men who brought gifts from afar because they saw a great star in the sky.

Legend tells us that there was another individual who came to see the Baby, an individual whose story we wonít find in the pages of The Bible. And yet, while the legend of the little drummer boy may be entirely fictitious, there is great truth within its message. It is that story which I share with you now.

It was dark outside when little Zack awoke. As he lay in bed, he realized what had awoken him, for he could hear a group of people talking as they passed by on the street outside. Zack got out of bed and slipped to the window, hoping not to awaken his parents.

Immediately, Zack realized that this was no ordinary group of people passing by his house in the middle of the night, for these people were richly dressed, with servants to lead their camels. They had dark skin and were headed in the direction of Herodís palace. Zack could only assume that they must be visiting kings who had come to visit Herod.

ďOh boy!Ē Zack thought, ďA parade! I love parades!Ē And so he did. The boy had always had a fascination with parades and costumes and bands. So great was his fascination that last year for his birthday his parents bought him a drum so he could play in the parades when they came to town.

And so, Zack did what any 12-year-old boy would do who plays drums in the parades. He slipped over to the closet, opened it quietly, so as to not awaken his parents, grabbed his drum and drumsticks, and crept to the door. He closed the door behind him, being careful not to let it squeak as it neared the threshold. And then, after he had snuck out of the house, being sure that his parents had not stirred, he marched right over to that parade, got right in line behind the last camel and started banging away at his drum. ďPa-rum-pum-pum-pum, Pa-rum-pum-pum-pumĒ

Poor Zack was not prepared for what happened next. He had forgotten that his parents were not the only people who were asleep in the city of Jerusalem. Candles were lit, men leaned out their windows to see what was going on. People shouted, ďCut that racket out!Ē and one person even threw a rock at Zack.

But Zack kept playing his drum. He wasnít going to miss out on this parade, not for his
Very Creative! It would be interesting to see this story adapted into a children's pagent.