A teacher, Mrs. Jones, asked each of her students how they
celebrated Christmas. She called first on young Patrick Murphy.
"Tell me, Patrick, what do you do at Christmas time?"
Patrick addressed the class "Me and my twelve brothers and sister
go to midnight Mass and we sing hymns. Then we come home very
late and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our
stockings. Then we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come
with all our toys."
"Very nice, Patrick," she said. "Now, Jimmy Brown, what do you do
at Christmas?"
"Me and my sister also go to church with Mum and Dad, and we sing
carols. When we get home, we put cookies and milk by the chimney
and hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep waiting for Santa Claus
to bring our presents."
"That's also very nice, Jimmy," she said.
Realizing that there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting
to leave him out of the discussion, she asked him the same
question.
"Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you do at Christmas?"
"Well, we also sing carols," Isaac responded.
Surprised, Mrs. Jones questioned further. "Tell us what you sing."
"Well, it's the same thing every year. Dad comes home from the
office. We all pile into the Rolls Royce and drive to his toy
factory. When we get inside, we look at all the empty shelves
and sing, "What a friend we have in Jesus." Then we all go to
the Dominican Republic for 2 weeks.
celebrated Christmas. She called first on young Patrick Murphy.
"Tell me, Patrick, what do you do at Christmas time?"
Patrick addressed the class "Me and my twelve brothers and sister
go to midnight Mass and we sing hymns. Then we come home very
late and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our
stockings. Then we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come
with all our toys."
"Very nice, Patrick," she said. "Now, Jimmy Brown, what do you do
at Christmas?"
"Me and my sister also go to church with Mum and Dad, and we sing
carols. When we get home, we put cookies and milk by the chimney
and hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep waiting for Santa Claus
to bring our presents."
"That's also very nice, Jimmy," she said.
Realizing that there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting
to leave him out of the discussion, she asked him the same
question.
"Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you do at Christmas?"
"Well, we also sing carols," Isaac responded.
Surprised, Mrs. Jones questioned further. "Tell us what you sing."
"Well, it's the same thing every year. Dad comes home from the
office. We all pile into the Rolls Royce and drive to his toy
factory. When we get inside, we look at all the empty shelves
and sing, "What a friend we have in Jesus." Then we all go to
the Dominican Republic for 2 weeks.