No room at the Inn.

I know it's almost Christmas
I know we should be kind,
I know by sharing hearth and home
Great blessings we will find.



I know that angels linger
Where strangers ask for rest,
I know that we should entertain
And give our very best.






Should Mary knock upon my door
And ask for room and board,
I'd open up my home to her
And add her to my hoard.

If a weary traveller asked for food
And needed feeding up,
I'm sure I'd make a tasty feast
Then fill his empty cup.



My home is filled to bursting,
We're straining at the seams.
We've mum and dad and little ones
And far too many teens.

I really would invite you in,
Should you knock upon my door.
I'd love to have you visit
There's always room for more.

I love your little children,
I love both girls and boys,
I never mind about the mess
I even take the noise.



I love the teeny babies,
The nappies and the drool,
I welcome all those little chaps
Who come here straight from school.




My girlfriends, welcome always,
Their husbands too can stay,
I've even had a dog or two
Some owned and one, a stray.

I welcome every one of these
They fill my heart with glee
To see them all at ease
When visiting with me.





Charity never faileth
My heart is awful keen
When welcoming almost everyone
Except that extra teen!

I just can't make my soul be glad
Or wish that they would stay,
They never seem to get the hint
I wish they'd go away.

They eat too much,they talk too loud,
They stay here far too long,
I know I should be loving
With a heart that's filled with song.




I rather like my own teens,
That's just as well I say.
It's all the rest that come here
And never go away.

I think they like me..fancy that!
They seem to think I'm cool.
I think it's must be either that
Or they think thatI'm a fool!





They eat my food and use my couch,
They shower here and then,
They sit and talk and talk some more
And then they eat ..AGAIN!

I s'pose I should be grateful
And take it on the chin,
But if you have a lonesome teen
THERE'S NO ROOM AT THIS INN!!