Author Archives: Gary Lee Vincent

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The Female Flasher Review

The Female Flasher by Phebe Bodelle

☆☆☆☆☆ Exhibitionism was never so much fun!

The Female Flasher is an erotic novel about a nineteen-year-old girl from Britain who is living with her parents in Spain. One day, when out with her friends, she has an accident while waiting in a crowded line to use the bathroom and this starts her journey into becoming a flasher, as she had to ride the train home without any knickers (panties) and notices a middle aged man watching her, awakening a new awareness within her.

American English and the way it is used is a bit different than traditional UK English and reading The Female Flasher’s diary of exploits was quite fun, especially experiencing the “First Person” point of view told by a British gal.

I found the story to be sexually charged at every turn and an exciting read watching the girl go from just a “normal” person to a sexually liberated person.

I think it is great when one can read a book and really relate to one of its characters. I found myself relating to a forty-five-year-old character named “Dick” (no seriously, that was his name in the story) almost to a tee, both physically and in how he treated his woman.  One can get a true education from this and it is nice to see couples in love and how to love others and treat them well.

This was my first ‘exposure’ to Phebe Bodelle’s writing and was quite pleased. I look forward to reading other works by this author.

– Gary Lee Vincent, Co-Editor of The Big Book of Bizarro Erotica Collection

How to tap your unlimited potential

Happiness concept.I am feeling philosophical today and thought I’d share with you my thoughts on how to tap into your unlimited potential to live a more fulfilling life.

These are just my personal beliefs, thus you can take them for what they are worth.

In life, you will discover that people basically fall into two types of categories: those that believe the world is abudent with unlimited opportunity and those that believe the world is finite and there is not enough resources to go around.

For those that believe in the abudence mentality, happiness, wealth, love – take your pick – is infinite and one can earn as much of these things as their heart desires WITHOUT causing others to lack in what they need.

For those that believe in the scarcity mentality, they feel that everything is limited – they can only earn a certain amount of money, only receive a certain amount of love, only get ahead – and that is at the expense of others.

For those in the latter life model, I believe this is a very sad opinion to have. Joy achieved here is often tempered with a guilt that somebody had to have less so that you could have more.  I believe that the majority of the worlds depression and anger is a direct result of a mass ‘buy in’ of a scarcity mentality.  Some of the unhappiest people I have ever known think only of themselves and are inwardly-focused in their own limited believe of the world, what they can become, or what it can offer them.

Let’s look at the other model for a moment, shall we?

What if there was more money in the world then there were people to spend it? Actually, there is.

Don’t belive me? Think about the thousands of years that people have lived on Earth.  Generations of people have accumilated LIFETIMES of wealth.  The sum total of all wealth of all generations in the world is still out there even when people pass on.  This wealth continues to grow in old and new ways.

It is possible for you to have more without causing someone else to have less and live in the freedom that you should be happy living a blessed life.

So, how to you have more in life?  Or in other words, what is the secret of life?

Ok, so you want to know the secret of life?  Here it is:

In order to get more, you have to give more.  You must become the person you want to be by helping others become who they were destined to be.

Do you want more love? Love others.

Do you want to feel uplifted and happier? Encourage others.

Do you want to eliminate depression? Be the light for someone else.

Do you want to be a bestseller? Help another writer become a bestseller.

You will find that the more of a blessing you are to someone else, the more you will realize your life will growing into what you truly need.

Wealth is not measured only in money, althugh it is perfectly okay to have a lot. True wealth is measured in the happiness you get through realizing your potential, tapping into your light. Each time you help another find their light, your light will shine brighter and your wealth will increase.

We live in a world of unlimited wealth. Help others get what they need and watch your wealth explode exponentially.

Becoming a polymath (or reaching one’s potential through a broad spectrum of knowledge)

Several years ago, I co-authored a self-help book called Agelations. Today, I would like to revisit one of the key lessons explored in the book – the art of becoming a polymath.

So, what is a polymath?, you might ask. This is actually taken from the Greek word “polymathes” meaning, having learned much. It refers to a person that is knowledgeable in many different subjects.

Think about this blog, for instance, I write about a wide variety of topics from things on my mind, to happenings in my world, to book reviews of things I have read on numerous topics, just as an example. Thus it can be said that it is my belief that you need to be a polymath and learn as much as you can on many different subjects.

Why? The more knowledge that you have the more effective you can be, whether it be in life or the products you create.  Knowledge is the beginning of wisdom and the more open you can be to learning in all forms, the more fulfilling of a life you can have.

So, go out and read a book, take a trip, explore your world, make a new friend (maybe someone from a different culture who is different than you), live a little, love a lot, and become a polymath!

Pieces of Black Part One Review

Pieces of Black Part One by Ava Bellamy

☆☆☆☆☆ Sultry and seductive!

I discovered Ava Bellamy one day while perusing Twitter.  Thus it can be said that this discovery was by sheer coincidence and the fact that I have been thoroughly entertained by her work, I felt it proper to recognize it with a review of what I found – her Pieces of Black Part One eBook.  

I have heard it said that a person’s mind cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality when you are dreaming. The same can be said that the correct use of language can take the reader into a dream-like state, thus making the fantasy real to them. 

Ava Bellamy’s use of language is superb in this piece of erotica. It is paced very well and seductively, carrying the reader along on a titillating journey of taboo and forbidden pleasures yet to be discovered.  

In Pieces of Black Part One, we discover Serena, a romance author who is looking to experience darker sides of sexuality (such as BDSM) so that she can write more explicitly. She comes from a very vanilla background, but has been exploring her wishes with a pen pal named Jason, who lives out of town.   

The book builds on the premise of forbidden pleasures because Serena is married, whereas Jason is a free spirit.  The mere fact that the two are going to meet out of town and spend a week together is a premise that things are going to heat up. 

The story drips of seduction and a woman’s lust slowly building and she tries to maintain control over her emotions and physical needs, while at the same time, her sultry new friend is expanding her horizons and playing out her hidden desires right before her very eyes.

The story provides an incredible sense of adventure that makes the reader feel as if he/she were living the experience of the characters set forth on the page.  It is paced very well and quite enjoyable.

With Part One down, I think I have just became a fan of Ms. Bellamy’s work.

 –  Gary Lee Vincent, Co-editor of The Big Book of Bizarro Erotica Collection

Tuesday Apocalypse Review

Tuesday Apocalypse by Vicy Cross

☆☆☆☆☆ Paranormal romance, gothic horror, and era-based fantasy, what more could you ask for?

I discovered Vicy Cross through recommendations from author friends of mine Rich Bottles Jr. (Lumberjacked) and Wol-vriey (Vegan Zombie Apocalypse) who made glowing reviews about the book and sparked my curiosity.

Tuesday Apocalypse was my first exposure to Vicy Cross and I can say that I really enjoyed her writing style.  It was written much the way a diary reads and one could draw similarities to Lovecraft, Poe, and Stoker – speculative fiction and dark fantasy. 

The key difference in Ms. Cross’ work is that her erotic scenes are fantastic and panted in a highly visual way, especially when told from the first person standpoint of a nun.

There is an interesting thread throughout the story of taboo, social norms, and crossing them.

Tuesday Apocalypse takes risks and I greatly look forward to future works put out by this author.

– Gary Lee Vincent, Author of Darkened Hills

Five Little Deaths Review

Five Little Deaths by Clare de Lune

☆☆☆☆☆Dark, erotic and fast paced!

I first discovered Clare de Lune’s work via her short story – CITY OF THE DEAD – which was featured in the horror section of The Big Book of Bizarro. Clare has a gift for depicting mysterious landscapes in a dark and fascinating way, thus when I saw this collection offered up on amazon, I went ahead and purchased a copy.

The trick to writing short story fiction is to get in, tell the story, and get out. The problem is that many writers have difficulty telling the tale in a smooth, enjoyable manner that is most importantly, memorable.

Short stories can be easily spoiled with in-depth reviews, so I will not go into an thorough analysis of each work, but rather talk about my impressions of the first story and hopefully, you can decide whether this collection is right for you.

The first story is called BLOODY KISSES and focuses on a primary character, Charlotte, a blonde-haired widow who lives in an old house by the sea.  Charlotte is plagued with memories of her dead husband, Bryan, who apparently drowned, but whose body was never discovered.

We get a glimpse of Charlotte’s emotional problems, possibly depression or insomnia, when she is described as taking Percocet before settling into bed with a book to read.

The interesting piece here is what happens next.  We learn of an affection that Charlotte had with her husband’s friend Vic and after her husband died, she was troubled.  Shortly after Bryan’s disappearance, Vic also disappeared, thus adding a layer of mystery to the overall story.

It is at this point that Charlotte is revisited by Bryan (is he a ghost, vampire, or figment of her imagination) and he leads her on a journey down by the sea, where they engage in highly-charged passion along with Vic. Bad things happen here and you will just have to read to find out what they are.

In the end, the reader is left to wonder if Charlotte became a vampire, was murdered, or was having a drug-influenced dream at bed.

Mysterious and good.

– Gary Lee Vincent, Co-editor of The Big Book of Bizarro

Boston Posh Review

Boston Posh by Wol-vriey

☆☆☆☆☆ Superbly executed, brilliantly written!

Very rarely does a book engage my imagination to the point where I enjoyed it so much that I want to experience it again. However, when reading Boston Posh, I can honestly say, it was a blast! Not only did I read it twice, I read it thrice – and back-to-back! It was just honestly so entertaining that I absolutely loved it.

Sometimes you can catch a great movie in the theaters and want to see it again just to catch the parts that you missed. Boston Posh is like that. It is sensory overload and an imagination trip, all wrapped up into one.

Boston Posh has the feel of a pulp fiction/detective novel, only bizarro style. The story takes place in a dystopian future that is overrun by dinosaurs and dragons. Set in Boston, it centers around two primary characters: a private detective named Bud Malone and a high class prostitute named Posh.

Early on, before the two meet, Malone is hired by a rich widow to locate the widow’s missing daughter and must brave the dangers of the monster-overrun town and the evil abductor “Frank” to put together the missing clues of the daughter’s disappearance.

Meanwhile, Posh is trying to escape from her pimp, a guy by the name “Herbie” and his thug-enforcer brother “Bulldog”. As Herbie arranges some very perverse sexual encounters that Posh must endure, she eventually gets fed up, and well, you’ll just have to read the book to see how this all goes down.

Let’s just say that as all hell is breaking loose, Posh and Malone finally get together and what takes place is something only the cleverest wordsmith can pull off, and well, Wol-vriey does it splendidly.

I give Boston Posh an enthusiastic two thumbs up. It is wonderful dark humor, horror, erotica, and transgressive fiction at its best. For adults only, this might be the best novel I have read all year!

– Gary Lee Vincent, author Darkened Hills

Guiltessa Dolores Review

Guiltessa Dolores by Wol-vriey☆☆☆☆☆ Guiltessa Dolores – a primer into Bizarro fiction Wol-vriey style!

If you have never experienced Bizarro-genre fiction and are a bit hesitant to try a full-length novel such as Wol-vriey’s Vegan Zombie Apocalypse, then Guiltessa Dolores novella might be what you are looking for.

As with any piece of transgressive fiction, you must start by suspending disbelief and allowing the words to simply take the mind on a fantasy. Failure to do this will leave you scratching your head and bewildered on stuff that just can’t happen in real life.

However, for those of you who are able to suspend disbelief and allow a Bizarro story to unfold, you will find adventure in Guiltessa Dolores.

This story revolves around a character known simply as “Malone”, although this should be noted that this is not the “Bud Malone” that appears in Wol-vriey’s epic-length Boston Posh novel. In Guiltessa, Malone wakes up to find his skin missing, having been sold by his wife “Tess” to the scorpions for money, since Malone – who once was rich – is now broke.

The story proceeds to take Malone (who is later known as “Mal-Scorpio” by the scorpions) on a journey of wackiness, with run-ins with a skeleton wishing to marry his bones, an alliance with the scorpions, and a grim task that the scorpion queen – Guiltess Dolores – needs his help with.

Here is an excerpt from the tale:

“Do not fear, Mal-Scorpio,” the scorpions clicked to him. “Our covering will protect you from the sewing-needle rain when it falls.”

If you can dig that, you’ll be able to dig this story.

– Gary Lee Vincent, Contributing Editor of The Big Book of Bizarro

Guiltessa Dolores can be downloaded in Kindle format from amazon here.

The Snooty School Girl Review

The Snooty School Girl (The Pleasures Of The Professor) by Melissa Craig

☆ Sometimes the best lectures are saved until AFTER class!

This is the very first piece of erotica that I have read from Ms. Craig and I can say that I really enjoyed her work and look forward to exploring more of her… literary universe.

“The Snooty Schoolgirl” is a short story that that gets to the point quickly and exquisitely builds the readers anticipation of things to come.

I can honestly say that Ms. Craig is a cunning linguist in the way she takes one scene, quickly gets to the point, and builds to a climatic oral finale when the good professor Rick finally gives himself over to his snooty schoolgirl student, Logan. My only regret was that it was a short story and the juiciest parts were left to the reader’s imagination at the very end.

Ms. Craig does very well in painting some wonderful imagery that makes one grin with ornery delight. “The Snooty Schoolgirl” is a very delicious short story that is arousing and fun to read, especially if you like teacher/student fantasies and seduction, which I am a fan of.

It’s well worth checking out.

Download your copy today on amazon here.

Christmas Story

This is a short story adaptation of the Christmas events chronicled in Scripture.  It was written on December 25, 1998.

In honor of the 15th Anniversary, I’m sharing it with the world today.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas

A Christmas Story

by Gary Lee Vincent
Written December 25, 1998

Chapter 1 – The Age Of Darkness

Two thousand years ago, the Roman Empire stretched out across the reaches of Europe, Africa, and Asia.  The governments of the world had begun to form. In a land known as Palestine, a Roman general by the name Pompey takes over a city known as Jerusalem and the law of the emperor becomes the law of the land.

For countless centuries before that, the people of the world lived as nomadic tribes, moving themselves and their flocks and herds from place to place — land to distant land.

From the dawn of time, religions around the world began to spring up. Who was God? To the early citizens of Rome, it was Jupiter. To the citizens of Athens, it was Zeus. To the people of Ephesus, it was the goddess Artemis, in Egypt, it was Ra along with others. In the land of Israel, God was known as Yahweh, who’s name was held with such reverence that most only referred to it as ‘Lord.’

So many gods. So many cultures. And of all these, only one was truly God. A time had come to make right an allowed wrong that had been going on since the beginning of time itself. Yahweh would send His son to deliver His message. This is his story .

Chapter 2 – Gabriel’s Messages

In a land known as Judea, a Roman king known as “Herod the Great” ruled. The Romans had conquered this land only a few years before and he sat on a throne of power under an emperor named Augustus.

Yes, the people of Judea had their king, but most were lead by priests. They were the highly respected religious leaders of the time.

Among these, was a man named Zechariah. He and his wonderful wife Elizabeth were very old. For their whole life, they longed to have children, but Elizabeth could not have any. Regardless, Zechariah always prayed that some day they could have children of their own.

One day Zechariah’s group of priests were on duty and he was serving God as priest in a temple.  According to the custom of the priests, he had been chosen to go inside to burn incense, while the other priests and the people who had come to the temple stood outside praying. “After I finish, I’ll be right out,” Zechariah said.

The aroma of the incense filled the air.  Quietly, as Zechariah knelt at the alter, he prayed for his wife, as he had done so often in the past, that she may someday have the happiness of a child.. . even though he knew it was impossible.

Zechariah had just finished this when suddenly an angel appeared out of nowhere.  Zechariah was scared and trembled with fear. Priests always prayed, but had they ever really seen an angle?

The angle saw that Zechariah was confused and afraid, so it spoke in a reassuring voice, “Don’t be afraid Zechariah! God has heard your prayers. Your wife Elizabeth will have a son and you will name him John. His birth will make you very happy.”

Zechariah lifted his eyes in amazement at the angel, who continued, “Many people will be glad because your son will be a great servant of the Lord.”  The angel came closer and deepened his voice. . . as if to stress his next words: “He must never drink wine or beer, and the power of the Holy Spirit will be with him from the time he is born.”

“The Holy Spirit!,” Zechariah said in amazement.

The angel continued, “Your John will lead many people in Israel to turn back to the Lord their God.”  The angel began to describe the story of an ancient prophet known as Elijah and how that Elijah’s very spirit would be with John as he was preparing the way for the Lord.  Zechariah listened with amazement, but doubted the angel’s message.

This did not deter the angle as he began to glow with his story. “Because of John, parents will be more thoughtful of their children. And people who now disobey God will begin to think as they ought to. This is how John will get people ready for the Lord.” The angel smiled, quite pleased with the story he was telling.

Despite the fact that the angel was standing there in the flesh, Zechariah didn’t believe him and protested to the angel: “How will I know this is going to happen? My wife and I are very old.”

The angle answered, “I am Gabriel, God’s servant, and I was sent to tell you this good news.” He looked sternly at Zechariah, “You have not believed what I have said. So you will not be able to say a thing until all this happens. But everything will take place when it is supposed to.” With that, the angle vanished.

Zechariah tried to yell out to the angle when he realized that his voice was gone.

The crowd outside was waiting for Zechariah and kept wondering why he was staying so long in the temple. When he did come out, he could not speak, and they knew he had seen a vision. He motioned to them with his hands, but did not say a thing.

Later that day, Zechariah went home and soon afterward, his wife was expecting a baby.  For the next five months she did not leave the house. She was very joyful at the events that Gabriel’s visit had set into motion.


It was about a month later when God sent Gabriel on another mission.  This time he was to visit a young virgin girl.  Her name was Mary.

Mary wasn’t very old at the time, only about 13 or 14, but according to custom, she was engaged to marry a gentleman from the royal family of King David – the ruler of Israel 28 generations before.


Mary spun around and looked to see who spoke the word into the quietness of her empty room.  An entity of radiant brilliance stood before her.

“You are truly blessed!,” the angle exclaimed.  He moved closer to Mary and softly said, “The Lord is with you.”

Mary looked at this beautiful creature for a moment and in bewilderment said, “I don’t understand?  Who or what are you . . . and what are you talking about?”

A large and genuine grin crossed his face, “My name is Gabriel.  Please Mary, don’t be afraid!  God is pleased with you and something very good is about to happen.”

“What do you mean?”

“You will have a son,” the angel continued.  “His name will be Jesus.  He will be great and will be called the Son of God Most High.  The Lord God will make him king, as his ancestor David was.  He will rule the people of Israel forever, and his kingdom will never end.”

Mary asked the angel, “How can this happen?  I am not even married yet!”

“Dearest Mary,” the angle said, “set with me and I will tell you a story.”

Gabriel motioned for Mary to set down next to him and told her, “Before time and space was ever created, there was one whom we call the ‘Word.’  The Word was with God and was truly God.”

“What do you mean?,” Mary asked… obviously confused.

“See, with this Word, God created all things and nothing was made without it.”  Gabriel waved his hands over Mary’s eyes and for a moment she was able to see in her mind a vast void, filled with a ribbon of energy.

Gabriel continued, “Everything that was created received its life from Him, and His life gave light to everyone.

“This light – this spirit – keeps shinning in the dark, and darkness has never put it out.”

Gabriel looked carefully at Mary for a moment and said, “The Holy Spirit will come down to you, and God’s power will come over you.”

Mary was astonished at what the angel was telling her.  Gabriel smiled and continued, “So, your child will be called the holy Son of God.  And guess what?”

“What?,” Mary asked, her amazement growing more and more each second.

“Your relative Elizabeth is going to have a son even though she is old.”  A thoughtful expression crossed his face. “You know,” he said, “no one ever thought she could have a baby, but in three months she will have a son.  You see Mary, nothing is impossible for God.”

Mary just set there for a moment, completely astonished at what the angel had told her.  After letting his message sink in she said, “I am the Lord’s servant!.  Let it happen as you have said.”

Gabriel gave her the smile only an angle would have, and with that he left her.


Mary was overjoyed at this fact and left Nazareth to visit Elizabeth in Judea.

Knock. Knock. Knock, Mary rapped, excitedly at her cousin’s door.  “Elizabeth!” Mary yelled, “Are you home?”

When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby kicked inside her.  At that moment, she become filled with the Holy Spirit and said, “Please come in dear cousin.  I know why you are here!”

Mary rushed in to tell Elizabeth all about the good news of the angel’s visit, but Elizabeth had news of her own to share with Mary.  “God has blessed you more than any other woman!,” Elizabeth began, “He has also blessed the child you will have.”  A look of puzzlement spread across her face, “Why would the mother of my Lord come to visit me?”  Joyfully she gave Mary a hug, “As soon as I heard your greeting, my baby became very happy and moved within me.  And the Lord has blessed you because you believed that he will keep his promise.”

Blushing, Mary said, “With all my heart I praise the Lord and I am glad because God is my Savior.”  She smiled, “God cares for me, his humble servant.”

The two shared their experiences and Mary decide to stay with her cousin until Elizabeth’s child was born.  And then she returned home to Nazareth.

When Elizabeth’s son was born, her neighbors and relatives were very glad for her.  But they all were wondering why she had named her baby “John.”

“No one in your family is named that,” one person said.  In fact, they all began asking Zechariah what he really wanted to name him.

Zechariah asked for a writing tablet.  Then he wrote, “His name is John.” Everyone was amazed.  Right away, Zechariah’s voice returned.  “Praise God!,” he exclaimed, “it is all coming true!”

Chapter 3 – The First Christmas

About that time, Emperor Augustus gave orders for the names of all the people in the Roman Empire to be listed in the record books.  Basically, he was taking a census, so that all could be taxed.

In order for this to be done, everyone had to go to their own hometown to be listed.  So Joseph had to leave Nazareth in Galilee and go to Bethlehem in Judea.  Long ago, Bethlehem had been King David’s hometown, so Joseph went there because he was from David’s family.

Mary was still engaged to Joseph and traveled with him to Bethlehem.  He almost broke off the engagement when he learned that Mary was pregnant.

“I find your story impossible to believe,” he had told her.

“But it is true Joseph,” Mary had said. “I have been good and faithful, you must believe me.”

“It is just very hard.  Perhaps we should break of our engagement quietly.”

Joseph had left to ponder what Mary had told him.  As he lie on his bed, he thought about the incredible things she had told him.  About how the angle visited Elizabeth first, then her.  ‘Maybe her and her cousin got together and made up the whole story as so Mary would not be disgraced.’   No.  Mary really was a good woman.  But still . . .

As Joseph drifted off to sleep, an angel from the Lord came to him in a dream.  The angel said, “Joseph, the baby that Mary will have is from the Holy Spirit. Go ahead and marry her.  Then after her baby is born, name him Jesus because he will save his people from their sins.”

Joseph woke up, unsure of what had just happened.  “Jesus,” the angel had told him.  Strangely, the name meant “The Lord Saves,” in Hebrew.


The distance between Nazareth and Bethlehem was about eighty miles as they traveled onward.  Mary was riding on the back of a donkey.  She was very close to having the baby, by the time they had arrived.

Unfortunately, the inn in Bethlehem had no vacancies when the couple arrived and Mary started going into labor.  Joseph quickly helped her into a nearby barn and the little baby was born.  She found wide strips of cloth and wrapped him snuggly.  Then, she laid him on a soft bed of hay, since there was no beds in the inn.


That night, a young shepherd boy gazed up at the stars.  ‘What a clear night,’ he had thought.  Several other shepherds were nearby and all was quiet, except for the soft sound of a sheep every now and then.

All at once an angel came down to them from the Lord.  It shinned so brightly that the entire field lit up and they all became very, very frightened.

“Don’t be afraid!” The angel announced, “I have good news for you, which will make everyone happy.”

The shepherds stood quietly and listened intently.

“This very day a Savor is born for you.  Right down there.”  He pointed toward Bethlehem.   “You will know who he is, because you will find him dressed in baby clothes and laying on a bed of hey.”

“You mean he’s in a barn?” the shepherd boy who had been gazing at the stars asked.

“Yes!”  The boy spun around.  This time, it was another angel who had answered him.  Suddenly, the entire field was full angels and they all started to sing praises.

“Let’s go to Bethlehem and see what the Lord has told us about.” So, they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby laying on a bed of hay.

When the shepherds saw Jesus, they told his parents what the angel had said about him.  Everyone listened and was surprised.  But Mary kept thinking about all this and wondering what it meant.

Later, on the way back to the fields, one of the shepherds said to the other, “Can you believe it?  The King of Glory is born tonight, not in a palace in Rome, not in the world’s capital, but in little Bethlehem!”

“Yes, and how the angels sang his praises,” another replied.  “It seems God has honored a poor peasant girl to be his promised Son’s mother.  You saw for yourself, the barn was filled with glory.”

“And look,” the first one said, “the honored guests of this great occasion were us – sheep herders, personally invited by the messenger from heaven!”

As they went back to their sheep they knew the world would never be the same from that night forward.

“It is a sign of things to come.”  One shepherd had said.

“It is a statement to the poor and unknown,” replied another.

“It is a gift,” the boy finally said, and set beneath a tree to watch the stars.