Police called? Handbagged by a bevvy of doting aunts in posh hats? Ushered away by an usher?
Embarrassment all round at the very least.
At that time there was a man named Simeon living in Jerusalem. He was a good, God-fearing man and was waiting for Israel to be saved. The Holy Spirit was with him and had assured him that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's promised Messiah. Led by the Spirit, Simeon went into the Temple and took the child in his arms and gave thanks to God:
The child's father and mother were amazed at the things Simeon said about him. Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother, “This child is chosen by God for the destruction and the salvation of many in Israel. He will be a sign from God which many people will speak against and so reveal their secret thoughts. And sorrow, like a sharp sword, will break your own heart.”
The Nativity, a pretty story? Not really - there are some tough times to come - in about thirty years.
Simeon is as much part of Christmas as the shepherds and the angels - and the wise men, when they get there!