Musing on The Tale of the Not-So-Wise Wiseman
I’ve quit looking for him.
I’ve been around long enough to know when someone doesn’t want to be found. And with those types, I’m not going to bother.
A few weeks ago, we pulled out the Christmas decorations. This included our nativity. Mary, Joseph – the baby. Shepherds, sheep and camels. Then there were the Wisemen.
I suspected a problem with them.
We have a renegade and he’s AWOL this Christmas. I assume he’s hiding out in the attic amongst boxes containing ancient school books, baby clothes and one size 10, puffy-sleeved, gargantuan-skirted, Princess Diana era wedding dress.
I tried to fix him but I guess my mend wasn’t cosmetic enough to suit his highfalutin’ tastes — so he took off. (more…)