
By the way, if you weren't aware of it, shepherds in those days were the social equivalent to, say, bikers today.
Picture in your mind you standing and looking in the window of the nursery at your child when leather-clad, Fu Manchu-mustachioed, really BIG guys come up and start telling you that angels told them about the birth of your son. They are crying with happiness and they pump your hand with joy, hardly taking their eyes off your son for a moment.
That, gentle reader, is what Joseph experienced that holy night.
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