The true meaning of Christmas

Today at nursery the Twiglet had her weekly French lesson (precocious I know but it apparently keeps them out of trouble for a bit and she's very partial to the nice French lady). In this weeks lesson they were learning about the nativity. You are definately not allowed to play with the baby Jesus, cause Jesus breaks really easy.

Not being even remotely religous I was nonetheless encouraged by this as I wouldn't want Twiglet to think that the true meaning of Christmas was to see how many Bratz dolls you get from Santa. Soooooo.

I said, 'Did you know that Christmas was Jesus' birthday'. Good place to start thinks me.
'Don't be silly mum'
'No darling, it is, he was born a long time ago in a stable.'
More incredulity from toddler, 'Nooooooo. What did he do that for babies don't go in stables, horseys go in stable.' Fair point. Paused for a moment and considered explaination. At this point could see any possible explaination encouraging a long string of 'whyyyyyy', and as it was getting just a tad past bed time by this point I opted for the really smart response of, 'well, just cause.'
'How long ago Mum? Was it on Saturday?'
'No, it was much longer than last Saturday'
'Two Saturday's then?'
Twiglet can only count to sixteen without getting in a twist. Hmmm.
'Time for bed'

So progress then. Last year she thought that Mary was Cinderella. Same colour dress. Disney are missing a trick....