This will be my last blog for 2017 so I am signing off with a short story.
Not many people know that there were supposed to be four Magi, but one was sceptical about his friends’ plan, and decided to pull out. Anyway, here is a monologue, as recounted by –
Kevin, the fourth wise man.
Phone rings, Kevin picks it up
“Hello? Oh, hi Gaspar, How’s tricks? You planning one of our little adventures? Don’t tell me – another cruise? No? What did you say? A trek? On camels? All the way to Bethlehem? That sounds more like hard work than a holiday. What’s brought this on?
We’re going to see a baby? Whatever for? Don’t we see enough of our own grandchildren? Not just any baby you say – sorry, the line’s very bad – did you say it’s the son of a Goth? Oh, the son of a God. THE God!
Right! You’re not having me on, are you? So this son of God has a palace in Bethlehem we can stay at? Not a palace. A what? A stable – as in a home for a horse?
I see. Tell me, honestly now, Gaspar, what kind of god gives birth in a stable? What did you say? God won’t actually be there, just his wife. Someone else’s wife? Not even his wife, his fiancée? And she’s giving birth to the son of God? In a stable?
Gaspar – have you been drinking? You mean you’re telling me all this and you’re stone cold sober? And you’ve already persuaded Balthazar and Melchior to go along? Jeez, are you all mad? But how will you know which way to go? Sat navs don’t work on camels. You’re going to follow a car? Not a car, a star?
No, don’t say anymore. There’s nothing you can possibly add to persuade me to come along this time. No, no. No offence intended or taken. You run along and enjoy yourselves. You can tell me all about it when you get back.
Kevin puts the phone down.
What in Heaven’s name will the old fool come up with next!”
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I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, and that 2018 is as happy and prosperous as you deserve – or better!