The Three Kings And I (what Really Happened)

O Holy night

The stars are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear savior's birth

Now you all heard the story about Bethlehem

How the child was born and the three wise men

Heard the preacher tell it like the preacher does

But let me tell you, children,

That's not how it was

Now you might ask me what I'm talking about

But I know the part that they all left out

Now do you hear what I said

That Herod wanted those wise men dead

But on that blessed evening

My great great great great great great granddad

He saved those kings

Now granddad made his living

Playing jazz you see

But jazz wasn't big around one A.D.

So he got himself a job in the palace band

Where he heard about three kings

In the desert sand

Let me tell you children that at any time

Three kings in the desert that's a real rare find

But Herod heard of it too

And when he heard his curiosity grew

So he asked those kings to drop by

And my great great great great great great

Granddad

He wondered why

So the Magi told old Herod

That they had come here

To find a newborn king of kings

Who'd heal our sins

Then herod told his guards

To follow those Magi

And that the only king around here

Was gonna' be him

Then he told his soldiers as I recall

When they found that child, to kill them all

But granddad overheard what Herod said

And he had to act fast or else they'd all be dead

So granddad got to those kings

Filled them in on the plan, told them everything

When they heard what he had in store

They grabbed the gold

The frankincense

The myrrh, the jewels

The desert tents

And when they found

His plan was sound

They followed granddad out the back door

And what a night

It must have been

But when God is on your side

You kinda' know that in the end

You're gonna win

They traveled fast

They traveled far

And in the end they found

That they were standing with the Child

Beneath the star

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

And so you see we've reached the end

Of our story

When granddad and the kings

Reached that stable on the hill

And while I said that

Three kings in the desert is a rare sight

Angels singing in the desert that's far rarer still

Now I ain't sayin' that the bible was wrong

But ya' see the whole tale

Would have taken too long

'Cause way back then in the promised land

Every copy they sold,

It had to be written by hand

And granddad lived a long life

Stayed friends with those kings

And found a good wife

And eventually I came along

But that my children

That my children

That's another song

The next letter included a receipt

For one toy stuffed bear

Donating it to a small thrift shop

But somehow it was left there

For attics have their secrets

And toys will have theirs, too

Like who once held or loved them

When they last were new

Whether they were made of metal

Or they were cotton stuffed

Or how they had been left here

When they were not enough

And so it's here that they must wait

Between reality and dream

Hoping all will be remembered

And that all can be redeemed

Then in the sound of the wind

Whistling through a door

She thought she heard the sound of children

That had held this toy before

And she then thought to herself

As she now held it in her hand

That no one could save all the world

But we should save who we can

So she placed it near her candle

For she had decided in her mind

That when she left this attic

He would not be left behind