One of the traditions we have is that at Thanksgiving & Christmas, after dinner, we share/answer different questions/thoughts. Finley's question was: "We are fortunate. What would you give to a less fortunate child during this season of giving?" Finley answered, "Pierce." Her brother. Great.
We read the traditional Christmas Story, every year. This year, when I got to the part where they laid Jesus in the manger, I asked Finley what was in the manger and she said, "the partridge." Great. We are getting our Christmas stories mixed.
It is probably no coincidence that Baby Jesus is MIA from the veggie-tale nativity scene. I'm just saying. We have three nativities but this particular one seems to always be a player or two short.
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