Jack likes Christmas songs, but Grammy, when she puts him down for naps, tends to sing religious songs. She sang one, and Jack said, I don't think that's a Christmas song. And Grammy said, it is if you go to church.
So then she sang Frosty the Snowman, and came to the line about him dancing around, and Jack said, but Frosty doesn't have any feet. And she said, you're right, how do you think he dances?
And Jack said, "He dances right on his butt."
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