As a teacher, Ms. Jones was very curious about how each of her students celebrated Christmas. She called on young Kathleen.
"Well Ms. Jones, me and my twelve brothers and sisters 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."
"How about you Jimmy , what do you do at Christmas?"
"Well, me and my sister also go to Church with Mom and Dad and we sing carols. We get home late and put cookies and milk out by the chimney for Santa ."
Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class named Kevin, and not wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked, "Now Kevin, what do you do at Christmas?"
Kevin said, "Well it's the same thing every year. Dad comes home from the office. We all pile into the Cadillac, 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."
I don't want much for Christmas. I just want the person reading this to be happy. Friends are like the fruit cake of life..some nutty, some soaked in alcohol, some sweet. But mix them all together and they're my friends.