Yesterday I pulled out our vintage copy of How the Grinch Stole Christmas to read with Nolan. It's several decades old and was my Uncle Todd's book when he was a boy. Anyway, we're reading through the story of the mean old Grinch and how he tried to ruin Christmas, and the sweet and loving Whos, who wouldn't let his antics dampen their Christmas spirit, and we get to the end, and I give Nolan a hug and ask him, "So, Nolan...what is Christmas all about?"
And he replies in his most earnest voice, "roast beast."
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