“As they were walking through the grove of fig trees, and before they got to the pond, David grabbed Luke’s sleeve and said, ‘Wait, Luke! He might only be a baby, but He’s our King. This is our Savior. We can’t just show up without a gift!’

“‘Yeah, that wouldn’t be good,’ Luke agreed and stopped. He scratched his chin while he considered what they could possibly give a king. “After a moment, he threw up his hands in defeat and said, ‘What can we bring Him? We’re dirt poor. We haven’t anything to give.’

“He and David silently and slowly walked towards the pond. David pondered their plight, trying to recall what he might have in the backpack that he’d left behind with the sheep. He snapped his fingers. ‘I know! We’ll give Him some sheep fat!’

“‘Sheep fat?’ Luke stopped walking, turned to look directly at David, and screwed up his face in disgust. ‘Oh, yuck. Are you crazy?’

“‘What’s wrong with that?’ David asked. ‘You can use it for everything. It would come in handy for a new mom.’

“‘Okay, I guess it’s better than nothing,’ Luke grudgingly agreed, ‘but let’s get our flutes too. The least we can do is play some music for Him.’”

“It was David’s turn to be doubtful. He wasn’t sure that was such a great idea. ‘We’re not the best musicians around, Luke. We think we’re good, but we’ve never played for anyone else. I don’t want to scare Him or make Him cry.’

“But Luke was sure of his plan. ‘We’re not good. We’re great!’ he told David as he clapped him on the back with encouragement. ‘Let’s go back to camp and get the flutes and fat.’