Light of the world
A small boy forgot his lines in the Christmas drama presentation. His mother, sitting in the front row tried to prompt him, gesturing and forming the words silently with her lips, but it didn’t help. Her son’s mind had gone blank.
Finally she leaned forward and whispered, “I am the light of the world.”
The child beamed with acknowledgment and in a loud, clear voice so that everyone in the congregation could hear proclaimed, “My Mommy is the light of the world.”
On notice
From a church bulletin: Remember the Christmas cleaning of the parish hall this Saturday. We need lots of volunteers to join the work crew. There is a long list of items to be cleaned. The widows will need extra attention.
Hanukkah tree
Admiring the Christmas trees displayed in his neighbor’s windows, Nathan asks his father, “Daddy, can we have a Hanukkah tree?”