Had Jesus been born on Tybee Island, it would have been under the Pier.
On the island it one of the only places people can find refuge from the elements, especially when there's "no room" in the short term vacation rentals or families can't afford the steep overnight prices of a few hotels.
Naturally the police are called the moment poor Joe lights a fire for his pregnant wife because a local strolling pass fears arson by radical left wing Democrats.
The family's arrested but the Chef's a nice guy trying to combat previous charges of racism from Orange Crush and the poor family has dark skin and they might be Muslim.
An emergency Council meeting's called to appoint a special public task force to get community buy in before policy is made.
Meanwhile, the poor woman's water breaks and she screams bloody murder.
Several officers reach for tasers but the Chef shakes his head from side to side.
The Community Task Force unanimously recommends the County Department of Family and Family Children Services be called as the municipality isn't equipped to deal with refugees of any kind.
The baby's delivered in a new Jail cell funded by a Special Local Option Sales Tax meaning 60% of the construction costs was born by tourists which inexplicably makes locals happy.
The social worker from Family and Children Services gets stuck on the Tybee Road because of an accident on the Bull River Bridge.
The child is given toys to play with donated by the community for children of incarcerated adults.
The Vicar at All Saints Episcopal Church hears that unto us a child's been born, calls the Chief offering to put the family up at the Royal Palm for a couple of nights using funds from the social services fund.
The Chef readily agrees.
The planet Mercury appears as a yellow orange star in the sky directly over the Royal Palm parking lot.
The baby's cold and is wrapped in a swaddling cloths torn from the blankets.
"The kid's not mine," Joe explains.
The day trippers don't seem to care.
He introduces Mary who hugs him warmly as blue lights of three police cars fill the hotel entrance though they remain in the vehicles.
"You can't stay here," a day tripper explains.
Joe nods, tenderly wiping a tear from his teenage bride's face.
The baby cries.
Pam from The Sand Bar arrives with boxes of food collected from the Bars and $213 in cash raised after an auction with music by local musicians. She also gives them a bottle of Patron which they share with the day trippers toasting the Baby's birth.
The Police Department is flooded with alleged reports of rogue Choirs violating the City's noise ordinance and the officers rush to investigate.
"It's a good time to get out of here," the Day Tripper's snap, throwing their stuff in the beds of pick up trucks.
"Y'all want a lift?"
Mary nods so Joe grabs the boy and they leave.
All is calm on Tybee again.
All is bright under the billions of blazing stars dancing over the Ocean.
The Sun bubbles out of the Sea as a small crowd gathers for the Men's Prayer Breakfast at the Trinity Methodist Church.
