SURPRISE VISITORS

The last thing I expected was these strangers at the door
"Is he here then?" they asked
Like I'd have a clue
As to who they were 
Or who on earth or under heaven
They would be looking for
So fine, finely dressed they was
But I was a bit miffed and in a huff ready for a tiff or fisticuff if they wanted rough stuff

my gruff demeanour was a bit of a bluff but it was late I was ready for sleep and I'd had enough of their interrupting stuff

"Be off with you!" I wanted to yell, 
But, well, strangers at the door of my fine hotel
And finely dressed these gentlemen seemed to be
And they didn't exactly say so, but there was an inkling of something
Kind of regal in their demeanor
Impolite of me to ask, but a clientele is built on hospitality
To my chagrin, mild consternation, bemusement but concern
Their enquiries were to the whereabouts of not the occupants of the presidential suite
But the ones in the, ahem, back seat of the bus, as it were
More like the stowaways in the luggage compartment of mine mansion-petit

So these monarchs from Eastern wherever-it-was accompanied me down the garden path
To the garden shed where the livestockery and potential dinnery were kept
And oh, how their eyes went wide
When they saw the HIM, I AM inside
Good gifts they lay down at his feet
And me, I nearly wept to see
The dollar-making opportunity evaporate with the night

What's going on? What king this? 
He didn't book in advance, didn't have a proper reservation
Never called ahead 
And how could he be a legitimate king
When his dam and sire not proper wed?
To my surprise, the evening's visitors took great delight
In bowing low and paying tribute to the humble child before my sight
It seems the evening’s bills are paid and maybe more is bought
If I can get my imagination around that thought