What is your name and how old are you?
Asher: Asher, 5
Jackson: I dunno, two.
Why do we celebrate Christmas?
Asher: Because it's Jesus' birthday
Jackson: Jesus
Who were Jesus' parents?
Asher: Mary and Joseph
Jackson: Mommy, (Who was his daddy?) Mommy
What town was Jesus born in?
Asher: Bethlehem
Jackson: I dunno (Guess.) Guess.
Why were Mary and Joseph in Bethlehem?
Asher: Cause they had to have a baby
Jackson: Somebody hittin' dem, like knight
Where was Jesus born in Bethlehem, and what did it look and smell like?
Asher: In a stable, it looked like a house, it had a pointy roof. Hay and cow poop, sheep poop, donkey poop. Did you write poop? (Much laughter)
Jackson: in Jesus. (What did it smell like?) Fower. (What did it look like?) Fower. (flower)
Who was in the stable when Jesus was born?
Asher: Donkey, Joshua, three kings, Joseph, Mary, two other people
Jackson: Jesus, Dod (God)
What did the angels say to the shepherds?
Asher: There is a baby who is getting ready to be born, follow the star, His name is Jesus
Jackson: GI Joooooeeeeee
Who came to visit Jesus a little while after he was born?
Asher: God and poopy (raucous laughter)
Jackson: GI Joooooeeeee
What fun things does your family do before Christmas (during the weeks leading up to Christmas)?
Asher: Decorate...I don't know anything else. Oh, and bake cookies, make gingerbread houses, kill a deer for our family, kill a cow, kill a bull, kill a lamb...could Joshua really talk?
Jackson: Make dookies, make dingerbead house.
What do you do on Christmas Eve?
Asher: Open presents, get presents out of your stocking, eat cake, bake cookies, Christmas is special cereal day!
Jackson: Make dookies.
What do you do on Christmas day?
Asher: I just told you that. (No, you told me Christmas Eve). Oh, well all the stuff I already said. Open presents.
Jackson: Make make pops. (cake pops)
What are your favorite Christmas songs? Can you sing them?
Asher: Mr. Grinch, Jingle bell song, the bell song, tootie booty (maniacal laughter)
Jackson: Coobie, doobie, doo, Mithey Mouse, no, I dan't sing. Coobie, doobie, doo, where are you, got some work to do noooowwww....
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