Mary had a child, he was made of caramel. The wise men said “We cannot accept a messiah made of caramel!”. Mary said “Yes you bloody well can you bigoted nitwits.” So they did. After that, nobody ever mentioned that he was made of caramel, because, frankly, everyone thought it was a bit weird. And besides, unless you tasted him with a lick you couldn’t really tell the difference. Mary should have been more concerned about those “wise men”.