Years ago I was told a joke by a Jewish endocrinologist who was one of my mentors as an intern. He was second generation and spoke Yiddish and had an ear for accents. He told this joke in a Joisey accent. Most of my Christian friends smile with a pained look when I tell it, but I’ve never forgotten it.
“It was late at night and a young couple who had been traveling all day came to a hostel. They knocked on the door looking for a room and were told that the place was full. The young, very pregnant mother looked ready to cry and the inn keeper, taking pity on them told them that they could sleep in the hay in the barn. Mary, the young woman promptly went into labor, had a healthy baby boy, and was lying next to where she had placed him in the hay in the manger.
Three men who had been following a star arrived and asked the inn keeper whether they had seen a young couple about to expect a child. The inn keeper replied that he had and sent them to the barn.
As the men were walking in the dark through the barnyard one of them stepped on a rake that had been left on the ground. The rake flew up and struck the searcher on the forehead. “Jesus Christ” he yelled.
From inside the barn the young mother said, “You know Joseph, I think I like that better than Hoiman.”