She made a craft at church last Sunday, a picture of baby Jesus with dried spaghetti noodles around it. I said – “what’s that?” She said, “A manger!” I asked her what a manger was, she said, “A hay!” (not some hay, or the hay, but A hay.) She got to see Santa around the corner, doing pictures before the town parade. She laughed out loud with such glee when she saw him! And then he said, “Merry Christmas!” She looked at me with amazement, “Mom, he TALKS!” (I guess the plastic one at Rite Aid doesn’t say much.)