‘Thank God’ he cried.
And this time the angels weren’t alarmed at all. They simply took up formation around the crib and sang a new song.
For a moment, God looked confused, and then he laughed.
‘A lullaby, Jophiel?’
Jophiel bowed and unfurled a wing, before returning to the tenor line.
‘You are right, of course. This is how to praise me now.’
God listened closely, adjusting to this new perspective.
Joseph stirred a fresh bale of hay, and smiled as the smell of grass caught him. Mary watched the baby sleeping, her eyes full of wonder:
Look what a word could do.
Overhead, a single star shone brightly. Radiant, and just a bit smug.
Time, now, to summon the Magi. Light burst to the four corners of the earth.