No Room At the Inn…A Tale of Christmas Angst.

What type of Christmas are you having this year?  Perhaps, you haven’t thought about it like that before, but as your life stage changes, so does your take on Christmas. For those of you with a new baby, there’s the Baby in the Manger Christmas. Or, if your kids or grandkids are a little older, there’s the Shepherd and Angel Christmas. I’m sure somebody out there must’ve had the Three Wise Men Christmas, while the Three Wise Monkeys always seem to turn up here. I wonder if they also found gold, frankinscence and myrrhr under their tree instead of socks and undies? It’s Not that I’m ungrateful, but who wouldn’t like to hit the jackpot?!!

Well, this year, our Christmas story is…”No Room At the Inn”.

Firstly, we had to find room for the Christmas Tree. We buy a real one every year, and we put it up originally to keep it safe from the kids, but this Christmas we have puppies in the house. Indeed, we have four puppies in the house and I don’t know if pups can climb Christmas trees quite as deftly as a cat, but I don’t want to find out. Our tree is behind bars.

Speaking of pups, there’s no room left in the kennels anymore. We currently have five dogs…our original dog, Lady, our Border Collie x pups Isaac and Rosie and the micro pups, Dobby and Yoda.

Next, I’ve had to clear the shelves of clutterolly to make room for the Christmas decorations. I don’t know where all this stuff came from, and much of it is related to my research project on the Irish Famine Orphans and I’m concerned that if I put it away, I’ll forget all about my project and move onto something else simply because “out of sight, is out of mind”.

The other thing experiencing “No room at the inn” is my blog. Beyond the Flow is full and I need to upgrade my package, which I’ll do after Christmas. I just need to balance the pennies, and unlike the inn, the bank account is closer to empty.  Of course, I swear it was a hacker and not a certain person wanting to spread Christmas cheer a little too far, too enthusiastically and might have got just a little carried away with all that Christmas sparkle. Happiness doesn’t have a price tag, and yet I know I’m not the only one who weaken, crumble and fall into a rising tide of debt just to make everyone and their dog’s dog happy around me. I just can’t help myself. I know each of us

So, the challenge continues…trying to make room for Christmas in a full house.

Are you having any struggles making room for Christmas in your house? I’d love to hear from you.

Best wishes,

Rowena

6 thoughts on “No Room At the Inn…A Tale of Christmas Angst.

  1. pensitivity101

    This year we have room for a bigger tree. In fact we have a lot of room compared to what we had on the boat. Mind you, we miss the simplicity of boat living, and having been in the house almost 3 months, it didn’t take long for us to fill it! We had to have a little shuffle of furniture to get the tree in though!

  2. Rowena Post author

    Thanks for the link, Rita and I agree with your views. There’s so much pressure to spend, spend, spend and we don’t need much of what we’ve got. Yet, I am struggling myself with too much stuff and not being able to sort it out fast enough.
    BTW I came across these Christmas decorations designed by kids with Muscular Dystrophy. I have an auto-immune disease which attacks my muscles and am a member. I ordered the 3D Santa and I just loved his nose.
    https://mda-little-miracles.myshopify.com/
    BTW while I’ve been trying this, my pup has upturned the rubbish bin and piles of dog hair are now threatening to invade the carpet. Time for dogs and I to get to bed.
    Best wishes, Rowena

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