The teacher asked young Patrick Murphy, "What do you do at Christmas time?"
Patrick replied, "Well, Ms. Jones, me and my twelve brothers and sisters go to midnight mass and we sing hymns. 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," commented the teacher. "Now, Jimmy Brown, what do you do at Christmas?"
"Well, Ms. Jones, me and my sister also go to church with Mom and Dad, and we sing carols, and we get home ever so late. We put cookies and milk by the chimney and we hang up our stockings. We go to bed then, but we can hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus to bring us our presents".
Remembering that there was a Jewish boy in the class, and not wanting to leave him out of the discussion, the teacher asked, "Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you do at Christmas?"
"Well," Isaac answered, "it's the same thing every year... On Christmas Eve, when Dad comes home from the office, we all pile into the Rolls-Royce and drive to Dad's toy factory. When we get inside, we gaze at all the empty shelves and sing What a friend we have in Jesus. Then we fly to the Bahamas".
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