I understand that you have spent Advent talking about Mary! Mary sang this. Mary sang that. What am I? Chopped liver? I was the one who kept the people of Nazareth from stoning Mary when they found out she was “with child” during our engagement period. I was the one who risked my reputation by stating publicly that I would still take Mary as my wife, and her child as my own. I was also the one who got her to Bethlehem. It wasn’t Hertz or Avis. It was me. And it wasn’t a cute little donkey she rode. It was a mean old mule who had no intention of walking as far as I made him walk. If you think that was easy, try pulling a mule 80 miles sometime.