Three men, intelligent (wearing turbans?), ride camels through the desert (towards a star?).
Man 1: Where are we going to stay?
Man 2: I think there’s an inn.
Man 1: You think. Did you make a reservation? What if there’s no room?
Man 2: Yeah, I had time to buy frankincense and make a reservation. What am I a magician?
Man 3: No, we are not magicians.
Man 1: What’s frankincense?
Man 2: It’s not a monster, if that’s that you’re thinking. Even though you picture one when I say it, it has nothing to do with a monster.
Man 3: What’s the kid’s name again?
Man 1: Jesus.
Man 3: Jesus what?
Man 1: I don’t know. They just call him Jesus. This is not a common name, so everybody knows which Jesus we’re talking about.
Man 2: His last name is definitely not Christ. That is not a last name.
Man 1: Yes. It is not Mary and Joseph Christ. That is just something people think.
They arrive at a stable and see baby Jesus in a basket, surrounded by sheep and his mother and other animals and maybe garden gnomes.
Man 1: (to Joseph) He has…uh…your eyes, no?