By Sally Kennedy '64

It was about 7:30 p.m. when Jimmy and I relaxed before the fireplace. The fact that it was a week before Christmas aroused my curiosity as to what he had been taught in Sunday school, so I asked him about it.

He related this astonishing story to me.

"Some big shot politician wanted to take a census, see? So Joseph and this Virgin Mary hopped in their X1500 and beat it across to the Holy Land. They did this on account of you had to return to the place

of your birth. Waltzing into this plush room at the Bethlehem hotel, they rested. After a while Mary had a baby and Joe, being a real proud-type dad, sent the scoop out to all the newspapers. Shortly thereafter, all the wise guys brought gifts of stocks, bonds, and real estate to this great little kid."

"Jimmy!" I exclaimed, horrified. "Is that really the way the teacher told the story?"

"Well, Mom," he added meekly, "not exactly. But if I told it her way you'd never believe it!"