The 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: "My twelve brothers and sisters and I 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?" > > > > "My sister and I 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 Bahamas."