Okay, maybe this isn’t about Christmas, but Christmas is the season for sweetness, so I’m hoping you’ll let me tell a story that fits, even if it’s set so many years earlier in a land that seems ever so far away.
There’s a baby in it. It’s short a manger and a posse of shepherds; but I can’t help thinking this little story is related.
There must be a thousand stories like this—more, in fact, stories about shady first impressions suddenly turned to gold. Here goes.