Free Choice

I don't have time for a proper entry - I'm up to my eye balls is sprinkles in every size, shape and color imaginable, but I have to share a laugh I got at the expense of Lil Bit a little bit ago. We were busy turning plain old sugar cookie cut outs into mouthwatering masterpieces. While T. Bone, Miss Bit and I transformed the naked Santas, angels, reindeer and tannenbaums into decorated delicacies for Mr. Claus, we were enjoying my Christmas playlist (of course). We were exalting "R-E-J-O-I-C-E, R-E-J-O-I-C-E" during my personal favorite...

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel -

when a lightbulb came on in Miss Bit's head. She sang, "F-r-e-e c-h-o-i-c-e, f-r-e-e c-h-o-i-c-e!?" Then she said, "That's wierd! I don't get it. Why are they singing free choice in a song about Jesus? He doesn't have center time! He's not in kindergarten!"

Absolutely priceless and every bit as sweet as the cookies we will be leaving for Santa Christmas Eve.