Its heating up ....
Well l don't know about you, but l've  had more cool showers in this heat of the past few weeks than the rest of my life put together . We are getting a wet season this year . The mornings are a false promoise of a clear sunny day , by lunch time its clouding over and you have a facebook feed of severe storm warnings  and usually about three the light show begins with just enough of a downpour to make the grass grow fast enough for twice weekly mowing !

l know this makes me sound old ...but l don't remember feeling the heat when l was a kid  and yes maybe l don't remember because it was a wee while ago! Mind you, l wasn't fat then either and since adipose tissue provides great blubber for warmth , that may be why us plus sizes feel the heat more. We didn't wear ployester or nylon  clothes much though either , usually clothes that were made from  cotton.  In the Malley we mostly lived from the tank; so wasting water was a No No, but if it got a bit hot you were allowed to don your kinnies  and go under the sprinkler with the dog and your pet duck so they would cool down at the same time . Of course, if it did reach heat wave status then as an extra special treat you were allowed to emerse yourself in a 44 gallon drum as long as you gave it a squirt out first to chase the spiders away... . Dad would take me swimning in the irrigation chanel in the late afternoons which was where l learned to swim.

 On occassion, a very very rare occassion Mum and l would drive the ten miles into town and go to the "swimming bathes " as Mum would call the pool and we would wear our " swimming costumes " as  Mum always said this or " bathers"..never "togs" .If you think her language was old fashion.  you should have got an eyefull of  her "togs"!. lm pretty sure they were the same fashion in the 1956 Olympics( we're talking 70s by now ). Mum was of
a small and holy woman and she had  left the Convent to marry in the forties...Although, l never dared ask, l was fairly sure they must have been her Nun's togs!!.  It was embarrassing enough  ,  having a mother with togs from the "roaring 20s" but as she couldn't swim , l was only allowed in the " little pool " with kids half my size.. I will never forget those togs though, they were navy one piece with  extra  material across the front of the legs about 2 inches down from the crotch  , to hide it l would imagine ! .  Understandably, l didn't press  her to take me swimming too often .Thank God we never went to the beach with all those extra bits of material in Ma's togs  getting the sand out would have needed an excavatiion







As a child,  l had never heard of airconditioning !We did however  have a big arse air cooler  that you had to position near a open window so the overflow water could go out . You also had to put water in the bloody thing as well . Dragging buckets of water to pour into the appropriate receptical was a quiet a chore and this machine was as noisy as all hell when it got going !. The cooler lived in the lounge room facing Dad whilst he was watching the cricket!. Mum was thin and must not have felt the heat much  as she always wore the full complement of clothing including a "frock" . a half slip underneath , stocking and suspenders, undies you could easily use as a ships sail  and a nicely ironed apron ( no doubt left over from her war years nursing uniform which also included a starched apron.  God rest her soul) xx. So we had long given up trying to keep mother cool ! So if you needed a repreave from the heat it looked something like this...sitting in the lounge with Dad , ciggarette smoke and all , pretending to like the cricket and have some clue what "silly mid offs " were " tolerating the deafening volume of the TV to get over the roar of the load hum of the air cooler, while at the same  listening to Dad recount his days of playing cricket for the Christian brothers with great  accolades of what a fantastis coach brother so and so was who taught them how to spit and polish  the ball when they were bowling ..without being seen !!  .it was much less effort to just play under the tank stand with the dog and the  duck  and almost as cool and healthier for my lungs and ears!!

And l know that this an oldie but a goodie  ..which we all know but probably seldom do...but in this heat ...drink heaps.... l have been and my fatigue has been reduced.  What's working for me is having a jug of water beside the bed at night.  Also, l have downloaded a " "drink more water" app that results in  " toilet flushing  bubbly " noises emitting from my phone on the hour to prompt me to drink. Unfotunately, this prompts me to pee as well as drink so believe me l have to gussel  a powerful lot of water to stay hydrated !!

Thanks so much for taking a wander down memory lane with me today xx

It's All a Matter of Perspective ...

"Happy new year"  ......It just slides off our tongue sooo easily and is very frequently followed by "I hope so" or " it would have to be better than this year" or "this year has been a s**t year". Whether we have had a great or not so great year generally it's a matter of perspective , I usually find. I of course, do acknowledge that some of us have had truly difficult years with horrid experiences or losses and the expected and entirely appropriate emotions to go with them. I really appreciate the need for emotional expression and the need to do this least our trauma comes back to bite us.If the situation isn't truly devastating and sometimes it is , then I try to give myself a bit of a time line to feel sorry for myself. So, my thoughts might be "OK that's disappointing I didn't get that job but I'm going to allow myself till the start of next week to feel sorry for myself and feel this way then l'm going to climb up to that place where I can get on with it "!. For me. sometimes if I just start acting a certain way very often the emotion will catch up. I usually find if i feel yuck , the poor people I talk to about it , the worse i feel. This is exactly where gratitude can kick on in . I can focus on the fact that health and career wise , 2017  hasn't been my finest hour, but, I can cope with the negative thoughts about that by having a practise of gratitude . I say "a practise" because coping mechanisms are a bit like labour breathing , if you don't practise it daily ..when life hots up and gets painful...it will fast go out the window because it is not a "daily practise" and as such we can't simply engage it automatically.

So how can we start being grateful?. I always think globally and gradually work my way back to little old me  and ask myself ...

• What concrete things can I be grateful for that some people in our world don't have and I take for granted?
• What conflict, cultural and religious pressures do others have that I don't and take for granted?
• What is unique to my country , state, government , weather, customs , laws, technology , politics, religion, employment,  culture and freedoms and  environment that I am grateful for?
• Who in my family, friends and work family am i grateful for?
• Do I live with acute or chronic physical disease or pain , if not i'm grateful!
• Do I have all my faculties, senses, am I mobile , can I go out , walk , drive and am I independent? If so show I gratitude.
• Do i live with mental illness, yes, but mostly i'm functional, so I'm grateful.
• Am I so emotional unwell that I live with anxiety , depression, psychosis or suicidaility ? If not, I show gratitude
• Do i have life giving relationships , am i loved instead of suffering physical, sexual, financial, emotional or elder abuse, for this i am grateful?
• Do i have a faith and a faithful community or an interest club that I can be grateful for?
• Do I have entertainment or music or a hobby I am grateful for ?
• Have I had acts of kindness bestowed upon me ?.If so then  for this I am grateful.
• Do i have fur babies or other pets to colour my world, if so I show gratitude.
• Do i have enough.......

Some people like to have a gratitude journal where they record their gratefulness and look back on it when times are hard and they need a reminder of all that they should be grateful for. Of course, the modern and sexy crafty thing to do these days is to make your journal out of recycled materials by gutting an old hard cover novel with a decent size spine , making the pages for it and covering it and personalizing it with recycled materials and your own private art.

Speaking of Art , my images are not showing up on blog , hopefully I can problem solve this soon .

happy new year everyone 

Liz xx

Boxiing Day Sales

"We are going to the boxing day sales Mum"
"Sure you want to dear as you hate crowds hun".

It's not a good fit, we shop very differently
 she gets in and gets out and l browse magnificently.

We load up the commadore  to Boxing day sales we go
She hands me a banana " you will need this you know" .

So Mummy , Pixi & l at last  find a park
Big double pram with tractor tyres will make it's mark.

"The double pram doesn't really fold out dear"
"No Mum l kinda assembles it, so  stand clear"

Now Pixi loves her Mummy that's for sure
She wants to be with her more and more.

Now as for the pram,  Pixi's not too keen
So Nanny pushes her so Mummy's not seen .

Now this is going to be  very interesting
Pixi just wants Mum but we've  no baby sling

So us sensible mothers hatch a good  plan
to get what we came for first, while we can.

So buy the time we come out of the first store
Nan on the pram , Pixi's on the breast having more.

We try her in the pram again and here comes her little cry
Mum picks her up and she shows me a smile and a glint in her eye .

My baby grandaughter is playing us, its so true
But with such a cutie,  what are we to do ?

The shopping crowds are unbelievable
Sad bubba , poor aircon and rude crowd
the day may not be retrievable.

So we decide on a break as its going on one
no tables free anywhere,  we are having such fun.

Mummy carries an injury so by now she is sore
With a Pram full of new linen  n Pix on the breast , we head for the door.

It's the wet season  now and so it's the norm
for sticky hot weather and an afternoon storm.

The centre doors open, the invading heat is awful
to sweat this much Nanny  should be unlawful

I can't manage those tight car seat straps so    Pixi l hold
At the end of a hot, sore shopping day, Nannys do what they're told .

We set off in the commadore once  more
but there is one fact too good to ignore.

While Mummy has pillows and doonahs to show
l've spent no money at all so l'm good to go.

Next time l shop with Pixi it will be colder
Cause one things for sure ..she  will be older

Or at least l will be  certain of one little thing
that Mummy brings your baby sling.

l love that some  of my children live close to me
so on great or average days some kind of  support l can be .

Xmas With a Crowd

Xmas with a crowd

On Saturday the 23rd of December we had our family Xmas party. We began the tradition of getting together the weekend before Xmas about five years ago after my marriage broke down. I figured it would make life easier for my grown children, whom naturally wanted to start having their own Xmas day with their children. It also leaves Xmas day free to spend with their outlaws, should they so desire and negates the need to be driving all over the state on Xmas day when the rest of the world may be on the roads , not always entirely sober!. Great idea and easy huh ? Well mostly... with a nurse and a doctor in the family who work shift work and a couple of our little grandchildren who need to also be with their Dads at Xmas, and one family who need to "come from afar" like the wise men did , setting a date can get challenging .

Well the venue has always been at my home and as I've since moved five times in five years , anyone would think I was avoiding Herod and the Census! My brother and his family join us for the party and I usually get the "where do you live NOW " text early in the day. Even though I'm no cook, I genuinely enjoy hosting the day . For a few years now I have given my adult children lovely Xmas plates , cloths , servers (um mm hint hint !).  My son and daughter in law were kind enough to jump in and host the Xmas party this year. My daughter had some of us over today on the real Xmas day for roast lunch ...yum !

For me,  cooking and food prep start the evening before , by now we mostly have our signature dishes set. Mine are dutch eggs and potato salad, easy huh ?. Well it was.... when I could buy prepared salads from the supermarket but apparently...there has since been a proclamation saying that  modern pregnant women can't eat prepared salads.....gees I'm really going to need a Xmas miracle  if I'm going to make potato salad from scratch ! I had to a few Xmas days back when my daughter was pregnant and luckily kept the recipe in the Christmas box..which is sooooo unlike me.. and of course, the dish was a hit and demanded every year since, pregnant eaters or not!.

I had my three eldest grandchildren with me for food prep this year. They are by no way fooled, they are well aware that we all have God given gifts and talents and that none of mine have anything to do with the kitchen! Now...we have to talk trifle ! In Australia there is a southern and a northern way to make trifle ! I was bought up down south and was taught to make it cake layer first , set purple jelly on it , peaches layer next ,green jelly poured over them , when this is set , home made custard , poured in for another layer to set , finally whipped cream with chocolate curls . There is going to be a crowd right at this Xmas party , be wise to make the trifle in the punch bowl for 25 people right .....ummm ......didn't think this through did I ? How was I going to transport this ? , it didn't fit in any esky and where exactly is it going to go when I get there? I can't fit it in my fridge let alone these skinny two door fridges that the young ones all have now ! Oh well,  lined a chiller bag with ice and sat the trifle on it uncovered, stayed cold at the venue but forgot to put ice in sealed plastic bags and it melted all over the floor...but it actually tasted good , miraculously! 

The northern states make what my Mum always called "Cheat's trifle" . it involves , chopped up jam roll , peaches poured in on top , packet custard poured over that . Red and green jelly set separately and when set chopped and sprinkled over custard for decoration. A bone of contention with my Queensland born friends and family ...but then again, I doubt they will believe anything I say about cooking!!

The Party program is similar each year, we gather mid morning  and have present giving which we call The Xmas Tree. There are seventeen of "us " now plus six others present  for the party..The beautiful and capable mothers in our family  seem to be good at birthing  beautiful baby girls...mostly . The three wise husbands  and  hands on fathers of our family , my son and almost two son in laws are around to model to our slightly increased number of male grand babies. I have eight grandchildren , two of whom it was their first Xmas.  I have five under five grandchildren so we had lots of Xmas elves and Santa's helpers , nappy changing , breast feeding, attempted ingestion of Xmas paper, touching of Xmas tree ,  cuddles, and much "helping" others unwrap their presents and not always too much sharing... I gave up wrapping presents some time ago , I try and put the children's' presents in an over sized Xmas bag so Mum & Dad can place their other presents in it to store and carry. The giving out of presents is strictly one at a time and everyone else is expected to provide the appropriate "oohs & ahhhhs " as the gift is revealed. With each grandchild getting up to 6 presents each ...yes it takes forever! Definitely a Xmas tradition up for review. 

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It is very hot in Queensland this time of year . After Xmas tree , every one is exhausted already , some  needs drinks or breastfeeds, bottles, sipper cups or poppers to re hydrate. Nappy change , toilet stops and sometimes naps are in order while buffet lunch is prepared, then it's a scramble for high chairs , bibs,children's tables and chairs as children are generally served first and don't you wait for everyone to sit down before you start eating , dig in. We share a lovely meal together , the toddlers kind of wander around , often too interested in new toys , play equipment etc to eat. Someone holds the young babies whilst tired parents of under one year old bubbas eat in peace, being fairly certain that no-one at their house is sleeping in heavenly peace just yet!.

One of my beautiful daughters and her lovely partner were on holidays snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef , we missed them at the party but understand how hard it can be to get holidays at the same time .

So from my family to yours 

                       

                                             Blessings and peace at 

                                                                                          Christmas

                                                                2017

Two Under Two !

Mum," I've got clinic and shopping ,do you want to come for a run?"
well with three days to Xmas and two under two ........ this ought to be fun.!

So Drive Through for coffee and banana bread on the way
 Fat Nana , Feeding Mama , toddler for newbie's first shopping day.

On the  21 st of December ,one thing's for sure, at the shops we won't be alone !
 shoppers , parkers , retailers too, just make sure you don't leave your  manners at home.

We spot a spare spot and Feeding Mumma parks with lightening speed
to get us all out and set up all in order it's quiet a big deed..

Now straight out of the car , Feeding  Mumma springs into routine
"stand clear Fat Nanna , this new double pram is a complex machine".

So our first Xmas shopping  miracle is one for us to keep
for an hour and a half,   both boys stay  asleep!.

Now Fat Nana's browsing will have to be fast
"you can't stop Mum while the boys are asleep "
I will just have to look as we roll right on past!

The first Fat Nana fail of the day is coming up,  to her folly
she goes for a basket but she is promptly sent back for a
trolley!

We head for the checkout ,  the lines aren't too  bad
Admiring newbie, there's still  smiling customers to be had..

 Newbie is crying so Feeding Mumma  says we're stopping
So we all  fuel up for   more power Xmas  shopping..

Grab cuddle of newbie,  Feeding Mamma chows down at the table
"watch his head Mum!", yes dear   .."Iv'e done this before, I'm really quiet able !"

Toddler is fussing , he wants out for a walk
Mum says "no, not enough lunch" and offers more on the fork.

"Common love , he's been such a good boy and he is only one"
by now he will be ready for a play , stretch and run"

"And he doesn't need lunch , he has had half of mine"
and she shoots me that look that says...' you're outta line!

"Ok Mum , I' will  get him out now  so  have it your way"
"But it's you who will be chasing him for the rest of the day !"

"Watch him very carefully , cause if distracted he might run away"
Yes dear  .."I haven't lost a child yet , well not one of mine anyway!"

So we brave the escalators and for a new floor, a new store
We're hunting for batteries, boys togs and  Bon Bons galore

I whisper to newbie , relaxed on my arm, we have to choose fast
cause once you nod off , she will make us walk past !



Feeding Mumma's with newbie for a feed and a change
 Fat Nana's with toddler , flashing shoes keeping him well within range

Walking now  hand in hand he's found a ride to occupy
happy to sit in the stationary car , making broom noises, he isn't t shy

But Fat Nana unintentionally stuffed up on the last shopping trip
and showed him with money the ride will move and go bip.

So now when they are shopping  and he stops for a ride
 he is quiet well aware that someone needs to put  money inside.

We've all had enough , and can't manage even one more store
with toddler contained , babe in arms, we make break for the door..

Outside the heat is oppressive, Fat Nana's has worked up a sweat
there's the car, shopping  with two under two, we've  not a single regret.

We find the car park is much worse than when we arrived
the circling Xmas park-less drivers would eat you alive ..

Suddenly we realize have a Xmas parker  storker en-route
and he  follows Fat Nana and Feeding Mumma all the way to their boot.

Well all I can say is I hope he's a nice daddy who has patience galore
with Fat Nanna , 2 under 2 and the big pram  to get in the door.

With a very successful shopping trip  behind us , we speed off to the flat
Feeding Mumma's  feeding newbie , toddler got  bottle and Thomas  on the mat.

 Fat Nanna's finally finished carting parcels in  for daughter
 Fat Nana says her goodbyes, needing  a big  sleep and lots of water.

The Merrily Bereaved

Today conversations about grief and loss seem to have found their way  into my day . A phone call with a lady who was having a down day as she approaches Xmas after a relationship breakup and losing 2 other people close to her throughout 2017. Thoughts of a lovely friend who lost a parent and preparing my home for a beautiful little family to visit who lost their Grandfather suddenly this year. The sudden tragic loss of one of our family's young doctors. The passing of my old uncle recently....

Xmas being a time we usually spend and celebrate with loved ones, it can scratch the surface of our sorrow  when we least expect. The spreading of good cheer and merriment is enough to make the recently bereaved turn violent towards devices that bleat out cheery Xmas carols. I acknowledge that for some of us Xmas may not hold happy memories and that some relationships are not perfect but a loss is a loss. We may be missing the one who usually Xmas cooks for us, decorates the home, does the Xmas shop, plays Santa, plays cricket in the back yard with the kids, is the holder of batteries for Xmas toys, carves the turkey or the ham , assembles all gifts that require assembly, takes the kids fishing or to the beach, decorates the house, puts up the lights, insists on Xmas light drives even when the kids are all over 18!, shares Xmas eve or midnight mass with you. Xmas memories of our loved ones can leave us in fits of laughter as well as floods of tears, several times in the one day ! 

The year my brother passed away I felt like standing in the middle of a department store and screaming out 

"how dare you all go on as normal , don't you know my brother died". he died in the June and I wasn't too bad for a while but the week before Xmas I was a blubbering mess.  I seldom spent Xmas with my brother who lived on the other side of the country but I did always post him a Xmas card and gift and we always called each other on birthdays and Xmas. It was one of the highlights of my Xmas , way before mobile phones raised their ugly heads, he would call me before he went off to Xmas lunch with one or other of the families in the tiny town he lived in. I used to worry about him being alone at Xmas but after he died we found out that of the 23 years he lived their he never spent one Xmas alone. Locals made sure he always had a Xmas lunch to attend. I guess the ritual that tripped me up that year was the shopping and posting of  Xmas gifts to those "down south". Not shopping or posting a gift for him that year somehow made his passing ever so much more real.

This is what gets me through 

• Acceptance accept that the day will be a little different than before you lost your loved one, accept that it may be difficult for you and others, don't forget about the children's grief. You may not feel like having Xmas, celebrating, decorating or partying or cooking and maybe you just don't have the energy. However you feel just accept it , it is what it is.
• Have a plan you may not stick to it but having a plan will help you feel more in control. So you may have a simpler plan or a different plan for the first Xmas day , go out for lunch , have it at a different venue than you normally would, having a planned routine for the day will help when you just can't think and will keep you busy. Plan an escape route so if you are sad and you don't want to be in front of everyone, an afternoon nap is always a good excuse,
• Their Stuff having their stuff around helps me , Mum's decorations , a couple of her ironed lace hankies under my pillow, a new framed photo of the loved one, my brother's fishing hat strewn somewhere among the crowd on Xmas day.
• Share Memories I didn't spend many Xmas days with Mun and Dad as an adult . As a child having Xmas in the family home , the adults sat at the table and my nieces and nephews and I sat at the children's tables and chairs . I had to sit on the wooden "potty " chair with them and I hated it !. It is not my fondest Xmas memory.  Probably why I try really hard to have us all at the Xmas table , 17 of us ...lol . The children's grandfather was a darling man and I often tell them about the gaudy , crazy Xmas shirt he would drag out every year.
• Participate in Ritual stick to an old ritual , modify it or create a new one . I like to hang baubles that I have bought for that loved one on the tree and go to church for them. Some like to light a candle in their home or in Church for their loved one. I've never been a grave person myself , but my sister likes to visit and decorate our family graves. Cooking of a loved one's traditional Xmas dish is also a goer in our home with me charged with making Mum's trifle,this year . God help us!
• Self Care is very important for the bereaved but especially on one of the "first" . Take the stress off , simpler presents , simpler wrapping like bags instead of being up half the night wrapping ,simpler meal , simpler day, skip those in your life that you need energy to cope with , even if grief has robbed you of your appetite eat... well (on Xmas day ??)and try and get enough sleep and water. Grief is exhausting  and sometimes when we are not feeling our best being around others is a huge effort. Express your feelings , talk , cry, meditate, write , draw, create...
• Remember Others   the lady I mentioned at the beginning of  the  post has decided not to travel to her family for Xmas this year but rather spend it with her good friend who lost her husband suddenly this year. She has also put an add in the Free Press in her little town having an open house for Xmas lunch so nobody need be alone on Xmas day.

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Lessons from our decorations!

Lessons from our decorations

Sometimes my life is clean and fresh and I feel glistened, pure and white.
(primary school child's hanging wall decoration made from metal tray featuring snow scene)

Other times something is broken or missing in me , others or life , I just don't feel quiet right.
(ceramic virgin Mary and one of my Santa's from my collection had a punch up and both had right below the elbow amputations , luckily no antibiotic resistant hospital acquired infections were contracted. the Willow angel joined in on the malay and has lost her bunch of flowers so doesn't look good or smell good anymore and can no longer fly).

I can get withered and melted and wonky, my rhythm is off and my music would give you a fright.
(My mums melting Xmas angels from her nativity scene, now immigrated to our nativity scene after she passed away , unfortunately the hotter climate here has seen the weight melting off these angelic waxy beings).

And my bells can fall silent , my ribbons go missing and baubles are not bright.
( Mums Xmas decos again. the bells are very old and the baubles need to ribbons to hang again on the Xmas tree. This was obviously a job Mum never got around too before she died ..but i will finish it for her xx)

I can let life mold me all outta shape, I can fall on the floor , go to pieces and break.
(primary school child's clay tree hanging decorations )

When I just can't get my bows on straight or colour between the lines.
(Different primary school child's tree hanging decorations)


I dig deep and smile  and chuckle like the snowman at silly hard times.
(My Mums old Xmas snowman )

So stand tall and straight above the crowd , speak justice and truth ...out loud
(Tall skinny Santa , mine )

And I find joy in my loved ones, each and every one of whom I'm so proud
(a different tall skinny Santa , mine )

I can end up on Santa's naughty list if I fail, and then start again cause on we must sail.
(sitting on edge ceramic Santa writing in his list ..mine)

Soooooo...
it doesn't matter if we are pure and glistening, broken or bright. if you are melted, wonky , bent out of shape or in pieces, are proud and loud with your crowd, smiling or chuckling and hopefully definitely on Santa's naughty list !!...because I'm pretty sure that the baby Jesus didn't come into this world for the perfect...

Lessons from our nativity Scene

Sorry guys but I think the moral of our family's nativity scene carried a message for us gals...
because we can worry that our mothering is not good enough and if our babies have everything they need...
because apparently......even if you are a one armed , young virgin with a much older hubby who couldn't even manage a video blog while driving the SUV to your birthing place but instead transported you by donkey...
and you managed an unassisted , drug free vaginal , home  birth  in a manger without CTG monitoring, a themed baby shower, a gender reveal do or a pregnancy shoot...
And you  bedded  the Prince of Peace in a manger without a $3000 nursery package and 4 prams from Baby Bunnings (not a typo)..and even if your husband did divorce you "informally" (likely a Centrelink fraud if you ask me)..And even if you were surrounded by melting angels who couldn't play trumpets , sing or fly and the wise men were a no show..even though Nana did put two starts in the night sky cause she wasn't sure which way was East (actually that has probably confused the wise men and their Google Maps straight up ,they are likely lost and we know don't we girls that they are unlikely to ask for direction !!)
Not to mention your angels chowing down on the straw because there were no animals in this manger..(well that's not exactly true, I did have a baby goat turn up at the front door last weekend TRUE , if he just had of said he was here to hang out with The Holy family in my nativity scene, I probably wouldn't have taken him to the animal shelter..
because even with the adversity of living in our nativity scene without all the mod cons and commercialism cons !...melting grounded angels, no animals and absenteeism requiring a performance plan for the 3 wise men...you can still with God's grace raise your baby to fulfil  their  divine purpose..
Merry Xmas and love and peace to all
                                                            God Bless

Now if God doesn't like my dialogue
then beware of plagues of 

• antibiotic resistant hospital acquired infections
• prams
• melting angels
• wise men
• small goats