The Real Meaning of Christmas

Overheard this morning over the baby monitor.

“Yah, and it’s Baby Jesus’ birthday.”

“Baby!” replies Brennyn

“Nooo B, Baby Jesus

“Baby cheeses

“Yah.”

“NO B! Only Baby Jesus can go in the baby crib. And we need animals. Yah, like that dog and cat and maybe a horse.”

“No B, no dinosaurs.”

“Awwww” whines B.

“Do you think there was a pirate there?”

“Yah!”

Who knew they knew their nativity so well…

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