Bulbs-Bows- Beer

I've done my part all the players laid to rest, three wise men gazing at a star a gentle beast braying the lamb with the chipped leg a family of three still smiling though they lost a bit more hay. Miracle messiah dumped to the back of the closet with the bulbs, bows and happy paper where the heavens are always darkened I slide a wooden rock over their tomb and head for the warmth of the Inn, for a beer-small talk and a shot of sloppiness-