As the star of Bethlehem was shining brightly in the sky, I was visited by three magi, bringing gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Here are their pictures. They came from afar, from the land of Jersey, the land of tax-free living, and the land of the tasty maple syrup.
The 1st magi stopped in Berwyn, boyhood home of his patron saint who has bestowed many an easy winner between the shafts of his cart - be it in the town of Freehold or the burg of East Rutherford. Here is his savior :
, and where a donation to the research foundation to cure gout forever was made.
The second magi bearing frankincense also had a tubing kit, a 5 gallon jug of sodium bicarbonate, equine surgical tools, and an electric jog cart hooked to one of the two dozen horses he secretly owns in the Chicagoland area. He also had this strange chart :
The 3rd magi stopped off in the land of Crete to drop off some
to this man
his fellow countryman. Then the three magi travelled on to the East, EXCEPT the second magi who magically reappears every Friday to haunt us with his omnipresence and gifts.
This is the story of the Magi. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good day.