Texting with Joseph…

Wednesday, December 22nd

Roc: Joe, when arrive?  Staying @ Hilton outside Bethlehem.  Arrive Thursday night.

Joseph: Cool!  

Joseph: Left too quickly, No reservations.  See what’s there.

Roc: Will be waiting.  Can’t wait to meet Mary.  Due soon?

Joseph: Didn’t think so, but riding this donkey may have moved things along.  She’s a trooper.  No complaints.  Most of time.  Text soon.

Roc: Yeah, when you get here.  Soon, buddy. 

Thursday, December 23rd

Joseph: Just got into town.  It’s a mess.  People everywhere.  Looking for a place…

Roc: Let me know, dude, and I’ll be right over.  Or, come by the Hilton.

Joseph: No room here.  No room there.  Pull any strings???

Roc: Called some folks.  No go, man.  SOL.

Joseph: Easy for you to say.  Mary’s uneasy.  Scared really.  Try again.

Roc: Heard about inn on other side of town.  Worst Western Hotel.  Yikes!

Joseph: Will try…

Joseph: Bastard!  Sent us packing.  No pregnant women!  Unclean!  But allow pets!

Roc: Rum deal that.

Joseph: Gave us the barn.  Our kid’ll be born in a barn!  Geez!  Come on over.  Just behind WWH.

Roc: Don’t like that side of town, Joe.  You come over to the Hilton.

Joseph: Man, don’t be like that.  A barn won’t kill you. 

Roc: It’s the neighborhood, man.  Ain’t going.  Won’t get mugged again.

Joseph: Scared?

Roc: Sane.

Joseph: You’re not going to visit us?  See the new baby?  What is with you?

Roc: Sane.  Just protecting myself, dude.

Roc: Let me know how the birth goes.  Hi to Mary.  What’s the kid’s name?

Joseph: Can’t believe this.

Joseph: Name is Jesus.

Roc: Cool.  Later, dude.  See you in Nazareth.  Safer there.