“Do you know what Christmas means?” the nice church lady asked.
“It’s when Santa brings toys,” Kaitlin answered brightly. Only three, and already one with the zeitgeist.
The woman’s eyes narrowed. “But why does Santa bring toys? Why does he come at all?”
Kaitlin pondered the question. Understanding dawned. “Because it’s a special day,” she said. “It’s the birthday of the little baby—” (they exchanged anticipatory smiles) “—JESUS FUG-DIN CHRIST!”
Rictus grins all round. I recognized her intonation, and the adjective. Yes—both mine. Just that morning I’d nailed up some Christmas decorations and, well, I’m no carpenter.
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