Shepherds Spy a Star

What kind of star is it? The shepherd child asked his father. His father stared at the anomoly for a long time. Strangely, I feel it is a holy star, he told his son. We need to remember and reflect on it. Their sheep stopped bleating and began to deeply sleep. Giving them time to meditate and ponder on the star. Neither realizing that people would speak of it Two thousand and twenty-one years later.