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(Scene: The Nativity. Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar gather around the Christ Child. Mary and Joseph listen intently in the background.)
Balthazar: ...my major concern with this birth chart is that it shows potential for conflict with authority figures. You might want to teach him to be a little more respectful of Caesar, just to be careful. At least publicly.
Caspar: Don't be silly. He's a revolutionary, and the world needs more of that. This Jupiter/Saturn configuration, though... could be liver trouble.
Melchior: Look at the stare on this kid. He probably has something we haven't even heard of yet, right on the Ascendant.
Caspar: (chuckling) You and your undiscovered planets, Melchior. Seriously.
Balthazar: I think what we're trying to say here , Mr. And Mrs... (Looks back and forth at Mary and Joseph, who do not respond, but simply smile as if they know something the astrologers don't) ...um, Carpenter, is that anyone born into this world has to cope with certain inherent limitations. And a birth chart is like a road map to all of life's obstacles. And emotional issues!
Caspar: And medical problems!
Balthazar: So you see, although it does appear that your boy here is, in fact, some sort of a really special person, the indications are of a shortish life span... like maybe 35 years tops. And it's going to be a struggle. Like with authority figures.
Caspar: No real signs of wealth here either. And possible death by piercing or blood loss.
Balthazar: So we really recommend relocating the birth chart. You should consider a move to Gaul, or Germania, or something.
Caspar: His relocated chart to Hispania puts Venus on the Ascendant. He'd be a lot more popular with the girls there.
(Balthazar and Caspar turn to Melchior, who has fallen silent, staring at the baby)
Caspar: Melchior, you've hardly said a word. By this point you've usually told the parents all about the baby's future marriage and food allergies. What's the problem?
Melchior: It's just... the way this kid is looking at me. It's like... it's like He Knows Something that we don't.
(Balthazar and Caspar laugh uproariously)
Balthazar: You're such a cut-up, Melchior. We're the Wise Men. We're astrologers!
(Caspar leans in close to Melchior)
Caspar (whispering): Besides, look around dude. The kid was born with the livestock. Everyone wants to think their baby is the Greatest Thing Ever... but this one is an obvious non-starter.
Balthazar: Sorry folks, we have to move it along here. The Moon's nearly at the Midheaven, and we have a party to work at Herod's.