The three wise men took the scenic route but they were not pleased.
‘Are we there yet?’ Caspar asked. ‘It will be closed by the time we get there.’
‘We got an extra night going via the Red Sea and if we stay an extra Saturday night we will be able to check out the Gaza Strip joints along the way, and do not forget thy gold Visa card, or immigration is gonna be hell!’ Melchior explained.
So the wise men shutupeth.
‘What gifts do you bring for this mighty prince?’
‘Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.’
‘Myrrh, myrrh?’
‘I have no idea what it is either but I got three for the price of one. Gold is now trading at three hundred shekels a cubit and as the use by date was approaching fast, the frankincense was fifty per cent off.’
‘You got it at Balthazar Bazaar Bargains I ken? Truly you are a wise man. Remember it is not the thought that counts, it is the flybys.’