The Modern Christmas Story

Mary was your average College student. She had A phd in blue dresses and a jock basketball player boyfriend called Joseph, which, in all the other students minds, was a pretty much perfect life.

Then an angel came to visit her.

‘WHAT’? Mary shrieked. ‘What is a little kid from a nativity play doing in my room?’

‘Well’ The Angel resaponded, ‘I was hoping for a cuppa but if you’re going to be like that I shall just tell you my news and the get lost ASAP’ he said haughtily, crossing his arms.

‘You are going to have a baby, even though you’re a virgin. Get out of college and go to Bethlehem to make it symbolic. Your Phd will do you know good, so your best bet is to bring Joseph with you, as at least he’s done something with his life!’ He shouted angrily, and stormed off, up, up, up into the sky!

Mary packed all her belongings and revved up her beetle. It was old, cranky, squeaky and tired, and very well worn out with thousands of miles, but she loved it anyway. She and Joseph drove to the airport, passports in hands.

They checked in and were soon on the flight to Bethlehem (which made a change from the usual-waiting hours!).

When they landed it was cooking. They needed to find a place to stay. They tried all the hotels, up to five star, but there was a JLS gig on and they were all booked up.

The only place they could stay was a garden shed.

Mary had her baby amongst the rakes and spanners. He was to be called Jesus, as a request from God, his father.

He was to grow up to be a special Boy.

The wise men were Jammin’ on their MP3s when they heard a twinkle in the sky. They went to look out of the window and saw a star. SO they jumped on their jet bikes, and zoomed away.
The DJS were scratchin’ their records when an angel came to them.
‘w’appnin’? they asked. The angel simply told them to go to a shed im Bethlehem. ‘There you will se a special child.

Mary and Joseph were taking pictures on their phones of Jesus when they heard a knock at the door.

The wise men came in.

‘I bring gold’ Said the first.
‘I Bring myrrh’ Said the second.
‘And Frank sent this’ Said the third.

Then the DJs came in

‘We bring good records.’ Said one.
‘The angel said sheep’ Said another.
‘ But we thought ‘What good would that do?’ Said a third.
‘When he can grow up listening to ABBA and The Beatles?’ Said the last.
‘So here you go’ Said the first.

They all happily ate mince pies while scratchin’ records and hittin’ gold.

The end.

by Ellie Shearwood age 12