The teacher, Ms. Pelzner, was very curious about how each
> of her students celebrated Christmas. She called on young
> Patrick Murphy.
>
> "Tell me Patrick, what do you do at Christmas time?" she
> asked.
>
> Patrick addressed the class, "Well Ms. Pelzner, me and
> my twelve brothers and sisters go to the Midnight Mass
> and we sing hymns, and then we come home very late and
> we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our
> stockings. Then all excited, 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?"
>
> "Well, 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 hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus
> to bring our presents."
>
> Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class and not
> wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked,
> "Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you do at Christmas?"
>
> Isaac said, "Well, it's the same thing every year. Dad
> comes home from the office. We all pile into the Rolls
> Royce, then we drive to his toy factory. When we get
> inside, we look at all the empty shelves and begin to
> sing, 'What a friend we have in Jesus.' Then we all go
> to the Bahamas."
>
> of her students celebrated Christmas. She called on young
> Patrick Murphy.
>
> "Tell me Patrick, what do you do at Christmas time?" she
> asked.
>
> Patrick addressed the class, "Well Ms. Pelzner, me and
> my twelve brothers and sisters go to the Midnight Mass
> and we sing hymns, and then we come home very late and
> we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our
> stockings. Then all excited, 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?"
>
> "Well, 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 hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus
> to bring our presents."
>
> Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class and not
> wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked,
> "Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you do at Christmas?"
>
> Isaac said, "Well, it's the same thing every year. Dad
> comes home from the office. We all pile into the Rolls
> Royce, then we drive to his toy factory. When we get
> inside, we look at all the empty shelves and begin to
> sing, 'What a friend we have in Jesus.' Then we all go
> to the Bahamas."
>