Mary was pregnant when she and Joseph were ordered to march to the little town of Bethlehem, where they were supposed to register with the Office of the Roman census. Giuseppe loaded Maria sull'asino e partirono.
Fu un viaggio lungo, ma la sera del terzo giorno arrivarono finalmente a Betlemme. Maria, come tutte le donne incinta, aveva una gran fame e girarono per il centro in cerca di un posto in cui mangiare. Furono indirizzati alla Pizzeria Bella Napoli, ma era già piena di gente arrivata in paese per il censimento e non c'era neanche posto per mangiare in piedi. La pizzeria Vesuvio aveva addirittura finito la pasta per la pizza e aveva chiuso prima del tempo. La pizzeria Posillipo non aveva nemmeno aperto, perchè il pizzaiolo era andato a farsi censire in Galilea, da dov'era immigrato, e la pizzeria Amalfi era chiusa per le vacanze invernali.
"Ma io ho fame," si lamentò Maria con Giuseppe.
"Ho solo these three turnips, "said Joseph after poking around in the pocket of his tunic.
" Patience, Mager ones, "said Mary, and started munching turnips.
After a short time, Mary gave a cry and pressed his belly," that evil, Joseph! "
" Of course, you eat raw turnips! "he said.
" No, fool, this is Jesus who has decided to come out, "she said smiling," we're going to find a hotel and a midwife for the birth. "
The midwife found it, but with all the hotels were unlucky as the pizza: all crowded round the country from the remotest corners of the empire.
Gura you turn around, found right in the middle of country, a dilapidated barn, closed by a gate with no lock. They went and made ready for delivery.
The midwife was with Mary, Joseph and their orders are going to look for water, heating and washing pieces of cloth.
looking for something that looked like a cradle, Joseph found a dozing ox. He took the crib where the ox ate, gave her a cleaned and filled with straw.
They had just finished washing Jesus, they heard a knock on the fence. Joseph went to see and found himself in front of three gentlemen richly dressed, with servants who held the reins for their horses and camels loaded with crates.
"Who are you?"
"We Three Kings," they answered. "We came here following a comet, according to our calculations, was to take us where Salvatore was born, the King of Men. Here is a king named Savior? "
" No, "said Joseph," here's just a baby named Jesus. "
" We see that our accounts were not entirely correct, "said their entering , "we still have gifts for him."
"There is something to eat, among those gifts?" asked Maria, who had more hunger than before.
"No, we have some things far more precious: gold, frankincense and myrrh. "
" Patience, "said Mary," and thanks anyway for these precious gifts. "
That night everyone slept in Bethlehem, and did not hear an angel flying singing: "And 'the Saviour's birth! Go to the stable in Bethlehem!"
They heard, however, the dogs of the shepherds who were sleeping in the hills around the village with their flocks, and began barking furiously.
"What happened? Thieves!" shouted the pastors wake up to the barking of their dogs, but instead of thieves found this angel singing.
'Last night I drank too much,' thought a pastor while the angel announcing the coming of the Savior.
"And who is this Savior?" she asks.
"The King of Men," he responded by beating its wings still in place.
"And the Kings of Men born in a barn?" insisted in disbelief.
"Exactly," said the angel
"I think this angel does not have all the wheels in place," said one pastor.
"But I do not see how it flies?" retorted another, "we must all go into town and look for the stable," concluded another resolutely.
Bethlehem had all of the narrow streets, which soon filled with sheep. A woman who woke up, looked out the window and saw the streets of Bethlehem, who seemed paved with white wool and wool floating in the middle of the shepherds, their donkeys loaded and the usual dogs barking. 'It just snowed so much last night,' thought Mrs. exchanging wool for snow, and went back to sleep under the covers.
Some pastors had reached dilapidated barn. "It 's here that was born the Savior?"
Joseph thought that someone must have made a joke: "No, here there is only the baby Jesus, with the father and mother."
"See, I said it, I, the angel did not have all the wheels in place," grumbled the first pastor.
"Never mind, we have come to worship the baby born in this stable." They took the gift from their asses and went.
"Do you have something to eat?" asked Mary.
"Certainly, madam, we are shepherds!" They showed their gifts: meat, cheese, bags of wool.
Joseph and the wise men, helped by the pastors, suddenly a long table with the axis of the roof. I lit a fire for the pastors grid. Before long, they were all seated at the table with Mary and Jesus at the head firmly attached to her breast.
The shepherds brought to the table their food: lamb chops fried in olive oil, mutton stew with yogurt, large loaves of bread rolls, pasta with vegetables, jars of wine, fried artichokes, leg of mutton ...
"Much better this food, the delicacies that we always eat at the palace," rejoiced the three wise men brandishing coscioti lamb roast.
"Can I have some wine?" asked Mary.
"Do not spoil the milk?" Joseph protested.
"His lady has struggled a lot last night. A glass can only be done well," concluded a shepherd, dall'anfora pouring the wine.
Bachetta And together, Magi, shepherds, Mary, Joseph, servants and midwives did not arrive until dawn.
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