Chronicle of a Death Foreskinned

Only a week before Christmas comes the news that Jesus' foreskin has gone missing, stolen from a shoebox in the parochial house of Calcata in Italy. I will leave it to Slate to fill in the details, but what I find shocking is not the relative fuss being made over such an item of dubious providence, but the relative lack of fuss being made. This is the godly prepuce after all, does a slight taciturnity on the part of the faithful betray a lack of belief in its really having once hung on the tip of Jesus' johnson?