Three knocks are heard on a heavy, wooden door.
"Go away! We're full up!"
"But we have traveled such a long way and my wife is in her time."
The door opens a crack. "Where are you from?"
"From the north--Nazareth."
"Look! We can't take no Northerners in here just so they can claim a child is born in David's City! Are you trouble-makers? The Governor is giving us enough grief with the taxes and more travelers from far away! Be gone!"
"But, my wife. . . ."
"Alright! Enough! Go out to the stable with the other animals!"
|Illustration from Nativity Homily of St. John Chrysostom of Antioch, Syria|
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