The Son

Three wise men with their sand pocked faces, their sunburned skin, the leftover thirst from the oven baked days of their journey from the east unto the west, they finally stood with their gifts for the Savior they came to see after years of study, prayer and extended fasts.
His star was in the sky, an omen of His birth flooding the night and growing in luminescence reflected by the earth.
Weary, they kneeled beside His cradle. One sobbed, a smile grew on one’s face, the third sober faced.
The child cried and His blessed mother picked him up turning away from them to feed him.
Brightness burned in the atmosphere as the falling star they had watched set the air ablaze.
A world-wide wind fanned flames as the surface burned. Eventually the planet shrouded in darkness plunged into a long winter.
God said, “I changed My mind.”