Sometimes you have to drill your four year old like a potential oil field about the True Meaning of Christmas. Because when you are a Santa lovin' family, but also Christian, you have to groom your children to not embarrass you in front of church friends by staring blankly when they talk about Jesus' birth. So you have to plant that holy thought in their playdough moldable brains every opportunity you get by randomly barking out,
'Why do we celebrate Christmas?'
This way when someone from church asks he can stare mutely at them and whisper,
but when a total stranger tells him he's cute, he'll respond with a passionate shout of,
that sends them scurrying the other direction in a flustered state of mild panic.
Are we the only ones with this particular problem? It's a pickle.