Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Best Laid Plans
Lucifer lit the star lantern and smiled. A thousand miles below, what would one day be the Holy Land was folded into the bosom of night. A series of trails marked the progress of the Eastern Kings and the Western shepherds. They would reach Bethlehem in a few hours.
God, looking out of his window, frowned. “Who’s lit the guiding slamp?” he asked. “It’s a day too early. Shirley and Billy-Bob aren’t due to have the Christ child until tomorrow Gabriel? Give me the list of kids due to be born tonight. Who’s this Mary? Is she religious at all?”