On the night in question
I’d gone to bed early.
The place was full
‘coz of this census thing.
I’ d been busy all day fetchin’ this and and sortin’ that.
And I turned in. I was bushed. Now I find I am blamed
for leaving the Messiah
out in the cold. How was I to know! It’s not my fault!
The girl at the desk
(a bird brain!)
Never told me. She told the pregnant lady and her husband to use the back shed. I woulda had more respect than that. Years later people still blame me. Matthew doesn’t mention me. Neither does Luke. But people once again jump to the wrong conclusions, like they do so often. Yep. It coulda been done better. But still, how many people can say the Saviour was born behind their pub!
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Very creative.
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