Dorothy watched a movie called The Star at school, and she proceeded to tell us about it multiple times a day for two weeks. Usually, a Christmas song would come on, and she would say, "This song was in The Star!"
Dorothy's school put on a nativity play, and the preschoolers only entered the auditorium for their two-song showstopper. Dorothy never realized that the play included all the classes and lasted longer than five minutes. For example, when we watched the movie The Best Christmas Pageant Ever, Dorothy commented, "Their show has all the parts of the story about Jesus, but our school only did the part about the angels."
She has heard much about the nativity story and refers to the angel "Gabrielle".
In Chicago we had the chance to drive through several passes with trains above, and each time, I suggested that we make wishes. This happened six or seven times. When we got home to Savannah, Dorothy was eager to rush to her bedroom. A few minutes later, she came out sheepishly and whispered to me sadly, "Mom, do your wishes ever come true?" (It turns out she was holding out hope that her bedroom would be filled with new LOL dolls.)
When we returned from Chicago Brian took down the large wreaths off our house. Dorothy observed, "Our Christmas outside is gone, but our Christmas inside is a mess."