Happy Christmas y’all! We have had a busy few days visiting family and tomorrow we transition to stage two of this operation. As we’ve been travelling around visiting family I have had some time to think about the Christmas story. Particularly the journey that Mary and Joseph were on when they had to duck into the manger for a little birthing action.
Actually it is their mule I have been thinking about the most.
One night worth of luggage
We have three kids, one of whom is 14 months old and therefore still sleeping in a crib. This means that when we are travelling away from home we usually need to bring a playpen with us for her to sleep in. On this particular journey we have a large suitcase for the girls stuff, a slightly smaller one for our stuff, a playpen, two trunki suitcases for the older two girls’ stuffed animals and books, two backpacks filled with car activities since our trip this time involves a lengthy roadtrip and we prefer not to have electronics for them to play with or watch while we drive. This is just our regular travelling stuff. Of course the purpose of this trip is Christmas and so that means we came loaded with presents for family and for the girls to open this morning which we just take back home after they have been opened.
Over the past three days we have slept in three different places, which means moving in and out three times, not to mention hauling a number of bags of presents in and out of my sister-in-law’s house Christmas Eve and day.
If this Christmas thing had been invented when Mary and Joseph took their fateful walk, their mule would have been loaded with saddle bags and pulling a trailer.
I’d like to have a a mule with us on this trip to help reduce my trips to and from the van. If only I had space to put it…