Sunday afternoon. Emily comes bundling into the front room, out of breath, carrying three full rucksacks closely followed by a smiley Sam carrying another three bags.
Emily: (out of breath) Phew! What a nightmare. I'm not doing that again.
Dad: What's going on? Why all the bags?
Emily: Oh! I'm taking Sam on a trip to Bethlehem but it's further than we thought and the donkey just ran away, so we're having to carry everything.
Dad: Oh no.
Emily: It's okay. I've got a driving license for coaches and we're hiring one here for the trip back.
Dad: Here? So this is Bethlehem?
Emily: Yeah, but our hotel is double-booked so we don't know where we're going to stay. It's a disaster. Literally a disaster.
Dad: Let me guess, Sammy is called Jesus?
Sam: Jesus! No! I'm a karate student.
Emily: There is a chap called Jesus though who said we can share his stable
Dad: That's nice.
Emily: Yeah, but we had to say no. We're off to the cinema to watch Frozen. Come Sam, we're gonna be late. Bye Dad.