When I was in the second grade, I played one of the three wise men in the St. Elizabeth of Hungary Christmas play.  I was the second wise man‑‑the one that brought the frankincense.

I enjoyed being one of the wise men.  It was a pretty easy part.  The first wise man says, "We are the three wise men.  I bring you gold," and that serves as the cue for the next wise man who says, "and I bring you frankincense," and so on.

We also got to wear robes.  I brought a bathrobe from home.

But the main thing was that you were a "wise man."  There were bigger parts‑‑Mary and Joseph had pretty substantial roles, and even the innkeeper and shepherds had more lines‑‑but being a wise man was quite a distinction.  You had to carry yourself with grace and dignity.  You had to look wise.

That's why I was a little confused when I learned that Mike Walston had also been designated a wise man.

Mike Walston was the poor kid of the class.  As it turned out, most of us at my old school were pretty poor, but we had not yet seen enough of the world to know it.  What we did know was that we were better off than Mike Walston.

We knew because they used to do a really shameful thing in the second grade at St. Elizabeth's.  We'd start each day by going around the room and telling Sister Julia what we ate for breakfast that morning.  It turned out that Mike Walston seldom had breakfast.  When it was his turn to answer, he'd stand up and smile a big unselfconscious smile and say, "Nothing."  After the kids laughed at his answer a few times, he stopped smiling, but his answer didn't change.  As it was, Mike Walston was singled out as different, possibly ignorant, and, generally speaking, not a good person to associate with.  All I knew was that the honor of being designated a wise man had been diminished by my having to share that distinction with Mike Walston.  And to make matters worse, he was the head wise man.  He was to present the gold.

We began rehearsals right after Thanksgiving.  We three kings would stand in the wings during most of rehearsal, Mike Walston first, me behind him, and Joey Amback, the myrrh guy, behind me.  When it was time for us to enter, Mike Walston, being gold, would lead the way.

Unfortunately, Mike Walston was having trouble remembering his lines.  ("We are the three wise men.  I bring you gold.")  And, of course, every time he stumbled during rehearsal, the class would laugh at him.  I only made matters worse by making faces whenever he messed up, causing the class to laugh even louder.

As we got closer to opening night, Mike Walston was still having trouble.  Many of us speculated that Sister Julia would have to make a switch, and I, being frankincense and the next wise man on the totem pole, was the likely candidate to move up.  So when Sister Julia asked me to stay after school the day before the performance, I was prepared: If she felt my talents were better suited to the role of head wise man, I would, with all due grace and dignity, accept the promotion and present gold to the Christ‑child on opening night.

But that's not what Sister Julia wanted.   Instead, I heard these shocking words: "I want you to help Mike Walston remember his lines when we perform the play tomorrow night."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.