They were known as magi—most translations call them “Wise men.” In my Scottish Gaelic Bible, they're called “na druidhean:” druids, because “druid” is simply the Gaelic word for someone wise.

Just like any other day, it begins: a sense of growing light, the rising murmur of birdsong, then a nudge from Zoe, our Border Collie who pokes my hand at the edge of the bed with an urgent call to work, work, work. Out in the pasture, the shaggy bull bawls as soon as he sees us, calling for hay enough to feed the herd.