Three wise men

There is a poem from Samuel Coleridge called " the rhyme of the ancient mariner ". When i was a teenager i knew it as an Iron Maiden song and it surprised me for the long and bored that appeared to me, but still caught my imagination. As any child, i loved my grandpa who was an old mariner of hard hands, straight back and soo tall and strong. The father any children would love. So, since my soonest childhood, i have always feel atracted by the mistery of the sea and what surrounds all this ancient mariners. Wich coast could have they visited ? Wich ports ? Wich wonders, wich languages unknown, wich weird adventures ?
Someway i am a little bit of an ancient mariner myself now a days. And i can tell stories that begin with " when i was a child... ". So let's bore you with a little one about it.
When i was a child, we didn't learn english being 3. In fact we didn't begin with english until being 12, and at this time we were quite busy with real maths, real phisics, real language, real story... to worry about a language that noone of us found usefull. When i was a child, we were still someway inocent. With twelve years old our life was football, bike, beach half the year... for the nerds of us the videogames were begining and for the faster of us the girls were begining too. Anyway, as any child, we were so far from gifts and there was a lot of time since we began raiding the house in the look for our christmas presents.
That's why i passed over this information without even caring.
In Spain, since inmemorial times, we receive our children gifts the day 6th of January. Theorically, it's the day when the Three Wise Men visited Jesuchrist to give them his presents, and for this day, all the children in a spanish house are THE children. But now we come to the mistery that inspired this article.
There isn't " three wise men ". In spanish we call them the " Wizard kings ". So when i studied english and discovered how they stole our name, i just passed over it cause this was a " children " thing.
Of course. As an ancient mariner, i can ask for the children things with all my proud. I have a beard and don't need to prove that i am a children anymore, with people calling me " sir " in the shops and all this. So i come back to this mistery and i begin to analize.
What's bad with you, english people of the world ? Three wise men ? What did they have of wise ? Yeah, they knew how to have good relations with the boss, giving gifts and all this but... what's with this ? I can do it too :-P No children will feel impresed for a " wise " man. My grandfather wasn't wise when i was a child. He was mighty, and funny, and amazing. He did some kind of magic, moving the hands to make disappear a coin other showing me knots that are unmount by themselves. How did he do that ? I want to know it !
And this is the most important thing of being a children. The magic. So i throw to hell all this people who change names, like if names hasn't any meaning, and i ask for my Wizard Kings again. Who brought gifts that we didn't know what could be, but always fill our hearts of mistery, of game and kindness. Even when i were " older " and didn't believe them, the raid for the treasure hiding in my home was some kind of magic. And i want to look for something under the bed again, afraid cause there may be a monster but encouraging myself cause there can be a treasure there too.

This article is dedicated to everybody who keeps dreaming. Don't surrender ! We are with you