By Christin Kuck
What if Jesus were born today How would he be received Christ's birth through the eyes of a modern day bed-and-breakfast owner.
Solomon Silas - A feed store owner
Elizabeth Silas - Solomons mother
Thomas Peterson - A dairy farmer/Bed and Breakfast owner
Three chairs, a chess table, cups of coffee for Sol and Elizabeth.
(Solomon and his mother are sitting on a bench playing checkers in front of the feed store. It is early on a Saturday morning.)
Eliza: Fine mornin, ain't it Son
Sol: Yup. But bet theres snow comin by morning. My corns are aching.
Thomas enters: Mornin Sol, mornin Mrs. Silas.
Sol and Eliza together: Morning Thomas
Eliza: Hows things over ta Bethlehem, Tom.
Tom: Fine, fine. Things are just fine. And with you
Sol: Yup, fine.
Eliza: So hows the Bed and Breakfast business, Tom
Tom: Not bad, not bad. 'Course thats really Rebeccas doin, ya know. I try to stick to dairy farming. What do I know 'bout all that Martha Stewart stuff
Tom: Funny thing happened the other day, though.
Sol: Yeah, whats that
Tom: Well, ya know how the governments ordered that census and all
Sol: Yup. Thats the government for ya. Messin in peoples lives. Cant even use the jon without havin to fill out ten thousand forms and payin a tax.
Tom: Well, Beccas been doin real good with the Bed and Breakfast, what with people havin ta go back to the city of their birth. Fact is, weve been booked solid for the past three weeks.
Eliza: Whats so weird about that.
Tom: Well nothin, really. Fact is, were glad to have the extra income and all.
Eliza: Always can use extra income.
Tom: See, the other night, me and Becca heard this knock at the door, ya know So I went to see who it was. Well this young buck and his wife were standing out in the rain. She was in the family way, if you get my meaning. In fact, I was sort of worried she might drop the little bundle right on our door step.
Sol: So what did you do
Tom: Well all our extra rooms were full. And, you know, all the motels in the area are full due to the governments meddling. Well, heck. I couldnt turn them away. I put them up in the barn. The cows keep it mighty warm in there.
Sol: Dang, Tom. That is mighty strange.
Tom: Heck. I havent gotten to the strange part yet.
Eliza: Okay, go on.
Tom: Well, you see, the gal, Mary her name is, had the baby that night, right there in the barn.
Eliza: Oh my.
Tom: Yup. Her husband, Joseph, said they couldnt afford medical attention.
Tom: I even had to give them an old quilt to wrap the kid in, because they didnt have clothes for the little tyke. 'Course the father, Joseph, hes a carpenter you see. Hes been fixing up some of the weak spots in the barn. Sure appreciate the extra hand.
Sol: Well, thats not so strange. Lots of folks cant afford medical attention, what with the way the governments been taxin us. Im just glad I was born here, so I didnt have to travel to my city of birth for the census.
Tom: Wait, theres more.
Sol: Yeah Well, go on.
Tom: See, the night the kid was born, these sheep herders came down out of the hills to see him.
Eliza: Howd they know the kid was there
Tom: They was rantin and ravin about some singing angels. Craziest bunch you ever saw. Their eyes was lit up like.... like...like that bright star thats been hangin up in the sky every night.
Eliza: Sounds like they was hitting old man Abrahams moonshine.
Tom: Yeah, well maybe. All three are quiet for a moment.
Eliza: Well look, theres that delivery truck at last. No you sit a spell Sol. Ill take care of it.
Tom: Good to see you again, Mrs. Silas.
Eliza walks off stage. Tom and Sol are quiet for a moment.
Tom: You might think Im nuts Sol, but theres something peculiar about that baby.
Sol: Yeah Why
Tom: Well, I was talkin to the father, Joseph. See. And he told me a story. Said he was visited by an angel.
Tom: See Mary and Joseph were set to tie the knot, when she told him she was pregant. But it wasnt his kid.
Sol: Dang. And he married her anyway
Tom: Yeah. See, the angel told Joseph this kid isnt any ordinary kid. This kid is the Son of God.
Sol: Sounds like that Josephs been hittin the same moonshine as those shepherds.
Tom: He seemed convinced about the whole thing.
Sol: I dont know Tom. Thats a pretty far fetched. Dont you think.
Tom: Sol, you havent seen this kid. Theres something... special about him. I cant explain. But I look at him... I feel a peace like Ive never known in my life. I didnt want to say it around your mom. Well. You know your mom.
Tom: Yeah. Thats it. If I hadnt seen it with my own eyes, Id be skeptical, too.
Sol: Hmmm. Well, I wouldnt be tellin too many people about this Tom. They might say you was crazy.
Tom: Well, maybe yer right. But. Why dont you stop by some time. See the kid. See what Im talking about.
Sol: Changes the subject So what do you think about the weather. Gonna snow tomorrow
Tom: Quiet for a moment. Yeah. Snow.
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