everyone was heading the same direction
i watched, wondering
shy to ask, afraid i should know
i eavesdropped and it paid off
a baby, a king, born tonight
just an hour east
i walked, among the throngs
then noticed a gift in every set of arms
i was wealthy then
but i had nothing with me
what is a suitable gift for the king of mankind
born in a filthy barn
i asked mary, the mum, if she wanted gold
her head shook
i asked joseph, mary's hubby, if they wanted animals
his head shook
a forgotten part of my mind wondered if i should tell a story
the infant smiled
a story? i asked
i swear, three heads nodded
and i began with the best procrastinator i knew
to give my imagination time to flow through my veins
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