Once upon a Christmas Eve, baby Jesus went missing.
“Mary is pining away,” the angels gossiped.
“I’m secretly incensed,” said one of the wise men.
“It was my golden opportunity,” another wise man said.
Joseph looked everywhere.
“I think this is the wrong tale,” said Eeyore.
“Moo,” said the cow.
“Baa,” said the sheep.
“I have that sinking feeling that he’s gone,” said Santa to the Nutcracker.
“I know where he is,” the Imp said.
Safe beneath the wings of the blue angels.
So they brought the child to Mary and Joseph, and lo, an orchid bloomed and hung above his head. And all the people, angels, and animals rejoiced, even the Imp.