I’ve always felt that the innkeeper’s wife got a raw deal: no one ever mentions her. How would that inn have run without her? She had family, friends … and the inn. How did she ever get a quiet moment on her own? So here she is: Chava.
CHAVA’S STORY
At last. I can sit down. The last guest has gone; the last to register for the census. The inn is empty for the moment. Moishe will grumble about no income, but we made plenty over these months.
Bethlehem was full to bursting. People slept on roofs, in the street, in doorways, anywhere they could. We had rooms filled to overflowing, the place echoed with snores at night.
I’m so tired … my back and legs ache.
I kept a lentil stew on the stove day and night, never knowing what to expect.
At least it was never dull: we had fights; men who paid double; money stolen; people who ‘forgot’ to pay; children lost; and a baby born out in the stable.
That stable. I thought Moishe had lost his mind; though he didn’t charge the parents much.
He said the baby was coming so I sent a servant down with water. I wanted to help but there was an accident and burns to anoint.
I never did see that baby. Moishe said a few
shepherds came to see him … at least someone 
welcomed the poor child. What a place to be
born, what a beginning.
Sleep – I’m going to sleep.
Hi Joanna,
Good to give recognition where recognition is due! I enjoyed your post.
Bill Cook
Hi Bill, There are so many unknowns around the Christmas story and I love coming up with them. Hope all is well with you and that you can relax and enjoy this week. Joanna
I love this. What a great idea to look at the Christmas story from this angle. You write beautifully.
I’m so glad you liked the story, and thank you for your compliment, always welcome! Enjoy. Joanna