At the first Christmas Jesus did not have it so easy.
He too came as a stranger, in his mother’s womb, but his was a humble birth in a poor stable; there was only just enough room for him.
The ox and ass made for a smelly and unhygienic maternity ward.
His first guests were a bunch of shepherds, in those days society’s outcasts; the last people you or I would probably invite to our celebration of a new birth.
All this, however, was God’s deliberate choice.
God wanted to be with those on the edge who did not have much room.