A Fruity Version of Concrete?

Apparently, the baby Jesus got a major wad (clump?) of myrrh on his birthday. I never got any myrrh on any of my birthdays. Why did we forget about the birthday myrrh?

You know what they say; a Christmas without myrrh is like a"- well"- I already know what a Christmas without myrrh is like - and it's not that bad! It's a Christmas with myrrh that I'm not so sure about.

Now the dictionary defines myrrh as a fragrant, gummy substance obtained from various shrubs of Arabia and East Africa. It did not, however, explain what myrrh was used for.

I can imagine my Dad coming through the door on a cold and snowy Christmas Eve of long ago.  A sad look covers his face as he expresses his regrets to his young family that has gathered to greet him at the door.

"I'm sorry everyone, they were out of myrrh. We'll have to settle for Bazooka bubble gum again."-

"Awww"- Dad! We were counting on myrrh for Christmas. The Joneses are having myrrh."-

Anyway, I have a theory about this myrrh business.

In fact, I believe myrrh was a useless, insignificant substance until the Three Kings arrived from the East to give their gifts to the baby Jesus. The third king, upon realizing he'd forgotten to bring a gift, had to think fast. So he ran outside and grabbed a hunk (Blob?) of myrrh off a nearby tree.

Then, upon receiving the gift of myrrh, Mary, being the well-mannered and courteous girl she was, probably said something very gracious like, "Oh look Joseph, it's myrhh(?) How very nice. Thank you very much. It's what we've always wanted."- And the rest, as they say, is history.