(Joseph’s letter to his parents is in bold print. His thoughts to himself are in italics. If I were doing this as a performance in church during the Christmas season, I’d have someone off stage reading the “thoughts” parts while I spoke the “letter” portions.)
Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Davidson
c/o Davidson Carpentry Shop
Nazareth of Galilee
Dear Mother and Father,
I promised I would write just as soon as we arrived in Bethlehem and got settled.
We’re here, but not quite settled yet.
There’s so much I want to tell you but can’t. For one thing, I don’t dare tell you we’re in a stable where barnyard animals have been staying. We put in clean hay, but other than that, it’s not the most sanitary place in the world. Mother would freak out if she knew.
Here’s what happened.
As you predicted, Dad, the trip from Nazareth to Bethlehem was arduous. Whether she was walking or atop the donkey, poor Mary had a hard time of it. But you know my sweet wife. No way was she going to complain. After all, she’s the one who insisted that I bring her along.
In future years, people will look back at this event and wonder why in the world we brought Mary all the way from Nazareth to Bethlehem, and her almost due to give birth. The answer is this is one strong young woman. She was bound and determined to be with her husband when the Child was born. And since I was required to make this trip, we just threw ourselves on the care of the Lord and started out.