I wrote this story. I hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas!
A Star Above
Not Quite a Christmas Story
Millions of years ago, in a time long forgotten, the shape of the land was not the same as it is today, and the Earth was ruled by the Saurians.
And it came to pass, one winter’s season, that a bright star shone in the sky above. It was so bright that the Saurians were certain it was a portent. So they asked the wisest among them what the star might signify.
The most wise of all the Saurians had a vision, and told it unto the others. “This star signifies that a child is hatched! A child who heralds a new age to come!”
“What will come in this new age?” cried the other wise ones.
“A new hope, and an end to the wickedness of our kind.”
“It is true that many Saurians are wicked,” agreed the others. “What shall we do now that we know of the meaning of the sign?”
“We must journey to where the child is hatched. If we follow the star it will guide us there.”
So the wisest of the Saurians, as well as two others who were fairly wise themselves, set out on a journey, walking across the great land, keeping the star ahead at all times.
“I think it is growing brighter,” said one of the three wise Saurians, one who had a large posterior and a long, sinuous neck, and came from the swampy regions.
“Yes, it must be nearing the time of the child’s hatching,” said the wisest of the three Saurians, who stood on two legs and could run very fast, and was from the grasslands.
“Is the time of the end of wickedness arriving? What should we do?” worried the last of the three, who had a shell, and a horny head, and was from the rocky places.
“Let us bring gifts to the hatchling,” said the wisest Saurian. “Do we have anything to bring?”
“I have these weeds from the swamp that I like to eat,” said the long-necked Saurian. “They smell real good.”
“I have some shiny rocks that I have collected,” said the horny-headed Saurian. “I think they are very pretty.”
“They are perfect,” said the bipedal Saurian. “We shall bring the fragrant plants and the shiny rocks as offerings to the hatchling who portends the dawn of a new age.”
So they walked on, carrying their gifts, following the star, which grew ever brighter in the sky above. At last they came to a place where a herd of Saurians grazed on the grassy hills.
The wisest Saurian spoke to one of the herd, “Have you heard of a child who is hatched, and portends a new age, as signified by the bright star above?”
“Yes,” said the other, “many of us have gone to visit the child. But it is not hatched.”
“Not hatched? It is still in its egg?”
“The child is born, but not of an egg.”
“A child born not of an egg!” cried the three wise Saurians. “Truly this is a miracle!”
So they went together to where the child was born, and saw it in a little nest, where other Saurians stood around, bowing in awe before it. It was a creature not like a Saurian, tiny and covered in fur.
“That is – different,” said the wisest of the Saurians.
“Yes,” said the other. “It is not a Saurian like us, but a Mammal. And it portends a new age.”
“We have brought gifts for the Mammal child.”
“You can just put them over there.”
And the star above grew ever brighter, and then fell to Earth, and the Saurians and their wicked ways were ended forever. And the Mammal and all of its kind came to rule the Earth in their stead, as they do to this very day.