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One of those string pull animal sound thingies where the cow goes "moo" and the lamb goes "baa" and Judas goes "he's over there man".

Private Investigator results. Divine conception sounds sus.

A quarter ounce of blow and four of the dirtiest Roman hookers I could find.

I was not only given a vision of where Jesus was born, but the extensive navigational and shipbuilding experience necessary to travel to South America to obtain coca 1000 years before the Vikings did. I was also granted a vision by god of the horticultural knowledge necessary to grow coca somewhere Jesus adjacent, and the advanced knowledge of chemistry necessary to extract it in its pure form.

I show up and basically stay up for three days talking about bread and drinking wine, occasionally excusing myself to bang my hookers, drunk off my ass on wine the entire time.

I'm eventually ejected from the manger, which really pisses me off. I hold a grudge.

The energy I have been given by excessive cocaine use allows me to rise through the ranks of Roman society, all the while holding a deep grudge, as the other wise men get all the credit for bringing their shitty gifts. One by one I start eliminating the people that were at the manger, aa my oversized cocaine-enhanced ego can't take the slight. Until one day I hear about some jerkoff running around calling himself king of the Jews, and my final revenge arrives at last.

My name? Pontuis Pilate.

Fentanyl.

A paternity test

A pickled cucumber

Diapers. I brought something that new parents actually need, but the story tellers thought it was boring.

Non fungible tokens

A cross, I just like the design. I was told I was a little early by the fifth wise men but he just sorta crumbled into dust after saying that? Go figure.

Baby Oil

Glock w a switch

Weed

I brought a nicely written certificate saying their Christmas present was that a donation had been made in their name. None of them could read. It didn't go over well.

I didn't shit the whole journey, then I crapped it all out into Christ's crib. You won't hear about it in the Bible, but the Bible carries on the spirit of the gift: it's a bunch of shit.

I bring him a claw bar (a train railroad spike remover).

it's not what i brought, it's how badly i destroyed their toilet on his first birthday party.

The complete Sex in the City DVD collection.

One of those I support single moms stripper t-shirts. For carpenter joe of course.

A pack of disposable diapers. They understandably looked at me weird because they hadn't been invented yet.

Weed, maybe a kalashnikov

A gift card.

A salami log.

Weed. Buncha squares, those Wise Guys.

Pumpkin pie

The Bubba photos.

A second baby Jesus.

Booze.

A mother***king MERRY CHRYSLER

Labuubuu. What the crap is a baby gonna do with some frankincense anyway?

Jacks, and a Lite Brite.