"Daddy," she murmured, "tell me a story of Christmas."

I, too, can see the words as though they were written in front of me. I should, after all I had to memorize and recite them year after year, along with many other chunks of the NIV, the old blue hymnal, and quite a few other choir songs. It's funny to realize just how much gets stuck in your noggin, especially when you consider how much falls out of it every day.