The sharp snowflakes fell on the hood of the antique Cadillac, the brush of the midnight air painting in the finest details of stars. Yet none shone as bright as the distant city's glowing street lamps, forming one clashing, throbbing color from afar. The Cadillac was not of a higher title, rather than a rusted piece of metal that carried a woman named Mary and a man named Joe. Joseph went as fast as he could toward the glow, careful not to slip on the black ice. Mary bit her lip and yelled at Joe,"There's no time to go anywhere, pull over before shit happens!" Joe looked back quickly as he pulled off the highway with a jerk of the steering wheel. Joe went to the back seat to help Mary but she in return screamed at him in a shrill voice, "I'm not messing up my car you damned idiot, get out the blanket and help me onto the snowbank!" and so Joe did, afraid to reckon with an angry woman that had threw a television set at his head days earlier. As Mary pushed trying to deliver a baby, a motorcycle gang pulled off to where Mary and Joe sat. One of the motorcycle riders got off and grabbed a medical kit from the leather bag that sat at the back of his bike. He was a doctor. Together a pissed woman, a man named Joe, and a off duty doctor that shouldn't have been riding a motorcycle in this weather delivered a baby. Mary named that baby Jesus, to show his Mexican roots from her side of the family. So the wise motorcycle men, Mary, Joe, and newborn Jesus sat in the street lamp's light on the side of the road. Then Mary said in the plainest and blandest tone possible, "God told me you was going to be hard to deliver you."