Zatera Ul

It is a very white Christmas here, and still lots of fluffy snow coming down. I’m tired because there were drunken Russians out yelling and playing in the snow right outside my window, at two or three in the morning, and because TLG wanted about twenty feedings during the night. Kind of in a happy chocolate and bacon fog now, with the added bonus of a warm baby snoozing on my lap.

But still, it’s all about a crowded, dirty stable*, weary travelers, and a very special birth.

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*If the inn was full, probably the inn’s stable was, too. As I mentioned in my book (in the context of co-sleeping), my mental picture of the manger scene is a stable full of donkeys, with one forlorn donkey sent outside to make room for Mary and Joseph, and baby Jesus being placed in a manger just to keep him from being trampled or squashed.