Me and my husband, my old man, Cain
Are in the hospitality game
Now the problem with being an innkeeper’s wife
Is I’m always so busy; no time for a life!
Some clients are rude, arrogant, snappy
But you’ve got to keep smiling, make sure they’re happy
This time last year they came for the tax
Booking up rooms by email and fax
Bethlehem-bound, for the emperor’s census -
Rich men and poor men (and good king Wenceslas)
Too many people! Not enough room
They camped in my kitchen. Boy, did I fume!
They huddled in wardrobes, slept in the bath
I didn’t know whether to cry or to laugh
We found pants in the parlour, dungarees on the door
Wigs in the window and frocks on the floor
Even my husband was tearing his hair
We couldn’t’ sit down; no empty chairs!
He bolted the door, turned the key in the lock
Gave a sigh of relief but then came a knock
A desperate rapping of knuckles on wood
“Please let us in; we need shelter and food.”
“Send them away!” I muttered to Cain
“All right,” he agreed, “but I need to explain.”
When he opened the door, the man looked so weary
And as for the woman, she was breathless and teary
My eyes fell upon her hand on her girth
I knew with one glance she was due to give birth
“Sorry,” said Cain, “But we’re full up to bursting.”
“We’re not!” I said brightly (sometimes I could curse ‘im)
“She can’t carry on. The poor girl’s not able
We’ll find her a room; it’s warm in the stable.”
Cain took them round to the animal quarters
I followed with towels and jugs of hot water
Back in the house we paced up and down
Anxiously waiting - a sign or a sound
And then we heard it – a baby’s first cry
We praised God in Heaven and, there in the sky
A star had appeared, so big and so bright
The darkness shot through with its wonderful light
The angels were singing – what a glorious sound
And shepherds came flocking from miles around
The babe, they called Jesus, (“God with us,” they said)
As they laid him so gently on an improvised bed
I’ll never forget the peace in my heart
The sense that this moment was only the start
Of a new way being, a new way of life
........It’s a privilege being an innkeeper’s wife