Meanwhile, in the real world down on George Street, it is early morning:
Harold: Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Little Baby Jesus: Wah! What was that?
Harold: It's me, Harold.
Little Baby Jesus: You stupid old cock. I was asleep.
Harold: It's my job.
Little Baby Jesus: Well now I'm awake, you'll have to amuse me.
Harold: Alright, how?
Little Baby Jesus: I don't know. I'm bored. Tell me a story.
Harold: I don't know any stories suitable for babies.
Little Baby Jesus: I'm not really a baby.
Harold: What? Of course you're a baby.
Little Baby Jesus: No. Take a closer look.
Harold: I can't see your face under that Christmas hat.
Little Baby Jesus: Well, take my word for it. I'm not a baby. You can tell me a grownup story.
Harold: I don't know any grownup stories either. Tell you what though. There's a Hoyts movie theatre across the road. We could go there.
Little Baby Jesus: Ooh yes! What's on?
Harold: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, or Narnia, Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Which would you like to see?
Little Baby Jesus: Oh the Harry Potter! I love Harry Potter.
Harold: I thought you might like the Narnia one.
Little Baby Jesus: Nah!
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