You cannot grow up a child of a preacher without being trained in the true Christmas story. You know, the stuff about Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus. Bonus points if you know the gifts from the three wise men.
Emma, since the age of 4, could tell you all about every detail. Part of that was because we weren’t going to do the whole Santa Claus thing (I know, I know, we’re such horrific parents, how dare we bring our kid up without a fictional character as the main star? We’ve since amended our ways, so SHUTTY).
Today at lunch, Addie, who is also 4, was excited to tell us her rendition :
ADDIE: And the angel said, Greetings! You’ve got a new job! Taking care of a new baby!
LANCE: (Digging for spiritual depth) And where was the baby from?
ADDIE: (Shrugs) Mary’s bottom?
…Well, it’s sort of the truth.