Three kids – one Catholic, one Protestant, and the other Muslim- were talking together about Christmas which was only a few days away.
The Catholic boy said,”I love Christmas – but we have to go to Mass on Christmas Eve and it goes on for hours. By the time my folks have chatted with their friends and had a game of Bingo in the Church Hall (using Roman numerals, of course), we don’t get home until two in the morning and I have to go to bed. But I get up early, and there are loads of presents – lots of toys; it’s wonderful!”
The Proddy lad said, “I love it too, although my Mum and Dad drag me off to the Watchnight Service at the kirk and the Minister just tells the same old story every year; then the bigger boys and girls (Youth Group) serve terrible coffee and pie things that are full of dead flies (mince pies), then we go home and gather round the Christmas Tree and there are presents – loads of them – toys, games…brilliant! It’s great!”
They turn to the Muslim lad. “What about you?” they ask, “What do you do at Christmas?”
“Well,” says the wee boy, “My Dad has a toy factory in Bangladesh and he imports sea-containers worth of Christmas toys and games and, oh, all sorts of stuff to be sold at Christmastime…..
…… so, we stay in on Christmas Eve and have a party with dancing and singing”
“What???” ask the two others, “Like Christmas Carols and that?”
“No, no!” answers the wee Muslim laddie, “Our favourite is ‘What a Friend we have in Jesus”
Boom! Boom! Bet you’ve heard that one before!