by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Used to be I thought the Bethlehem Christmas story was about the cruelest account of inhospitality and unsociability I’d ever heard. As a youngster I just couldn’t imagine what sort of old grouch of a innkeeper would turn a pregnant mother out into the dark and scary confines of a stable.
We all know that if Joseph and Mary cruised into town