The Magi’s camels trundled on,
The kings were used to travel.
But after four long months on sweaty leather,
They were glad to get out of the saddle.

Their journey's end, their quest was on track,
They had travelled very far.
The orb stood still, above their heads,
A bright and shining star.

Naively they sort an Audience,
With Herod on his throne,
Promising to reveal Jesus to him,
They lied - and later pushed off home.

So behind Herod’s back they located Jesus,
In swaddling clothes with a full head of hair.
They fell on their knees and praised the child,
With gold, frankincense and Myrrh.

So let’s faithfully recall that night in Bethlehem,
And reenact the event we all now know.
With snowmen, mulled wine and Christmas trees,
Late night shopping and snow.