A Very Veasey Christmas

On the way to Nonnee's house, we traditionally pop THE NATIVITY STORY into the DVD player, and call it our version of Sunday School. We have begun this practice ever since the Christmas when DeeDad asked Jesse whose birthday we were celebrating and the child enthusiastically answered; "Mine! Mine!" and we had a Dickens of a time explaining why there were presents but no cake.

This year, as the familiar opening music began to play, Jesse turned to Annie and said "I know how this ends. HE DIES."

Which means Spring is not so far away....