Roger Lynn
December 24, 2017
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My name is Jacob. I am old now, but once upon a time when I was young my family lived in the village of Bethlehem. My father ran the local inn and I often helped out, especially when things got busy. One of my jobs was working in the stable out behind the barn. I swept out the stalls and made sure there was fresh hay in the manger.
It was a long time ago, but there was one night that I will remember for the rest of my life. The inn was as busy as I had ever seen it. I was young and didn’t really understand why it was so busy, but I later learned that the Roman emperor had made a law which required everyone to return to their hometown for a census. It still seems like a crazy sort of law, but apparently when you are the emperor you get to do crazy things. Anyway, what it meant for Bethlehem was chaos. There were people everywhere. I guess it was fun in its own way – sort of like a giant family reunion. But Bethlehem is not a big place, and there wasn’t really enough room for everyone. My father’s inn was completely swamped. Every room was taken. People were sleeping on tables and in the courtyard. They were everywhere. I remember my father running around trying to keep everyone happy, which only seemed to work part of the time. And finally he just threw up his hands and said, “That’s it! We’re full! There is absolutely no way we can take any more guests!”