Just before I was leaving his room, he said, "Do we have a timsy?"
And then I thought he said it was something that Nana had.
"No, Mommy, a chimsey that Santa comes down."
"Oh, yes, we have a chimney. It goes down into our fireplace." Even though we really don't have one because it's just a gas fireplace.
"And Santa comes down that?"
"Yes, he is special and can come down the chimney to deliver gifts."
"But isn't there a fire in there?"
"Well we'll make sure there is no fire on Christmas so Santa doesn't get hurt."
"Oh. Yeah because we haven't had a fire in a long long time. There used to be a little fire in the logs but it's not there anymore because Daddy hasn't turned it on yet. It was a long time ago, three days ago, when we had a little fire but we're not going to have one until after Christmas now."
"Okay, Jack, Good Night."
He tends to ramble on about things when he is tired...and it's a lot of fun to listen.