The following is based on a true story.
It was Christmas. Our hearts were light and our bellies were full. We were sitting at the table and SkittleKid (Grandson No. 1) was being prompted to look around the table and recite everyone's names:
"Who is that?"
"ActorBoy."
"That's right, and who is this?"
"TheWind."
"Good! And her?"
"KayJay."
KayJay was in the midst of nursing Granddaughter No. 1, SweetCheeks, and so the next question was, "And who is KayJay holding?"
SkittleKid tilted his head toward the floor and grinned, but remained silent.
"SkittleKid, who is KayJay holding?"
A stifled chuckle.
"What's the baby's name, SkittleKid?"
Lifting his face, and with a big smile, he proclaimed to the gathered masses, "Jesus!"
It was Christmas. Our hearts were light and our bellies were full. We were sitting at the table and SkittleKid (Grandson No. 1) was being prompted to look around the table and recite everyone's names:
"Who is that?"
"ActorBoy."
"That's right, and who is this?"
"TheWind."
"Good! And her?"
"KayJay."
KayJay was in the midst of nursing Granddaughter No. 1, SweetCheeks, and so the next question was, "And who is KayJay holding?"
SkittleKid tilted his head toward the floor and grinned, but remained silent.
"SkittleKid, who is KayJay holding?"
A stifled chuckle.
"What's the baby's name, SkittleKid?"
Lifting his face, and with a big smile, he proclaimed to the gathered masses, "Jesus!"
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'Twas a merry Christmas, indeed. 
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