“It was a very long journey of about 100 miles.
I had the donkey to ride on but Joseph had to walk.
We had to go because of the census. Bethlehem was the town where Joseph was born and we went to be counted.
It was a bumpy road, but the little donkey didn’t give up, he kept on going.
When we got to Bethlehem there were so many people there that there was nowhere to stay.
This little town was not used to so many visitors.
I knew my baby would be born that night.
Eventually an Inn keeper found a place for us where his animals slept.
It was a relief to have some shelter.
That night my baby boy was born.
The only place I could lay him was in the manger, which of course was the animals feeding trough!
Joseph was very protective and looked after us.
Then, to my surprise, we had visitors!
Some shepherds had been watching their sheep on a nearby hillside and the next thing I knew they had come to see my baby.
The shepherds were very poor, but you know they were the first people to visit baby Jesus.
I knew this was all part of God’s plan.”
Here’s a little verse that we read to go with our story:
“God gave His greatest gift to us
On that first Christmas day
and may the wonder of it
always guide and light your way.”