But then comes the Christmas story — Norm and Norma from Normal, Ohio, plodding into ho-hum Bethlehem in the middle of the night. No one notices them. No one looks twice in their direction. The innkeeper won’t even clean out a corner in the attic. Trumpets don’t blast; bells don’t sound; angels don’t toss confetti. Aren’t we glad they didn’t? What if Joseph and Mary had shown up in furs with a chauffeur, bling-blinged and high-muckety-mucked? And what if God had decked out Bethlehem like Hollywood