Texting with Joseph…
Wednesday, December 22nd
Roc: Joe, when arrive? Staying @ Hilton outside Bethlehem. Arrive Thursday night.
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: 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.