The noise and the bustle began earlier than usual in the village. The owner of the inn had awakened earlier than most in the town. After all, the inn was full. All the beds were taken.
One’s imagination is kindled thinking about the conversation of the innkeeper and his family. At the breakfast table, did anyone mention the arrival of the young couple the night before? Did anyone comment on the pregnancy of the girl on the donkey? There was nothing that novel about them. They were, quite possibly, one of several families turned away that night.
No, it was doubtful that anyone mentioned the couple’s arrival. They were too busy. The morning’s chores had to be done. There was too much to do to imagine that the impossible had occurred. God had entered the world as a baby.