I have to say it. I hate the Little Drummer Boy. I hated him as a kid, and I hate him as an adult. Every year in the midst of my dismal childhood, I had to watch that morose and poorly animated Christmas show to bring me down a bit more. Some time in January each year, I get over it and forget all about that little drum beating bastard until the next November or December when – unsuspectingly – I hear that song again. Last night, at Starbucks, I heard that song. I’m boycotting Starbucks.