About two thousand minutes ago an angel appeared to tell the, ahem, virgin Mummy that she was having a special baby…

Except the, ahem, virgin Mummy was asleep and couldn’t be roused, even when ‘hot chocolate’ was whispered in her ear…

So the angel went back home in a bit of a mood.

The shepherd was trying to find a star to follow, and tried so hard he spent forty minutes in the desert of Frontoom surviving off only odd, mouldy leftovers behind the hills of Sofa. After many odd leftovers were imbibed a holy pink unicorn appeared before him.

The holy pink unicorn led the shepherd to the three kings… they’d got bored trying to follow a star, which turned out to be a helicopter and were having a feast…

So, the shepherd got the munchies, the baby woke its Mummy up and the angel stayed in heaven where nobody was rude. The end.