The bed . . .
stripped of it's sheets and covers.
A fresh bed for Christmas eve is a tradition and when I washed sheets last week I thought about each step and how much we love our comfortable bed.
The bottom flannelette sheet is pulled tight.
Our window right above the bed is open all year around and when our cozy sheets are tucked up around our necks we are warm and breathe fresh air.
The top sheet is placed on next.
Corners done the way my mom taught me.
A new silk filled duvet... a recent purchase after our visit to Calgary.
Auntie Hilda's guest bed's silk duvet was oh so comfortable and I soon found silk duvet's could be purchased at home.
A white cotton top sheet covers the duvet and the flannelette is turned over.
and turned over once more.
Pillowcases are steam pressed and even flannelette that has been washed many times feels soft and luxurious to my cheek.
comfortable and practical.
I place the pillows with the pillowcases from my grandmother...
stitched with love.
A Christmas doll....
there is room for her here.
A Christmas quilt finishes the Christmas eve bed.
All this for our Christmas eve bed as we celebrate the birth of the Jesus.
There was no room in the inn for him that night.
His first bed was a manger filled with straw.
It is so easy to think that it was so long ago and hardly our responsibility.
What then about the room we leave for him in our hearts today?
Is there room for him there?
The old familiar song came to mind as I made our bed.
Do you know it?
Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,
When thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room
For Thy holy nativity:
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for Thee;
Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, come,
There is room in my heart for Thee.
Wishing you and your loved ones a most wonderful and blessed Christmas.