Six men and women filed into the bedroom. The girl slept in her cot, surrounded by soft toys: donkeys, sheep, cows.
“We’ve gifts for our Saviour,” said Theresa. Sure enough, they all had useful presents – baby oil, nappies, Baby-Gros.
“But...” said Ganesh, “isn’t she our Hindu God? Am I mistaken?”
“Isn't she Sikh?”
“Or a Prophet of Islam?”
“A new Buddha???”
The newborn’s father sighed. “She’s supposed to be without sin. Let’s not push her into making her first mistake too quickly, shall we?”