There was a chill in the air electrified with the
anticipation of the impending visit from Santa.
Little Gladys sat in the portable building that served as her classroom
anxiously awaiting the announcement of Christmas festivities to come. Twenty-eight third graders shifted and
squirmed eyes glued to Mrs. Carter, their teacher.
Mrs. Carter stood at the front of the class, fluffed her
bouffant hair, smoothed her tan wool skirt, cleared her throat and began
“Class, unfortunately this year we will not be allowed to have a Christmas tree
in our rooms.”
There was a collective exhalation from the eight-year-olds
of disappointment. Mrs. Carter motioned
for them to quiet. “You see we have some
students who do not celebrate the holiday with a tree, just as they don’t
celebrate birthdays or any other holidays.
Since we are a public school, we must respect their beliefs and because
of such we will not have decorations or a tree.
We will, however, still be having our annual pageant, absent of course
of the nativity and/or any reference to the baby Jesus. Now before we all get beside ourselves, let’s
remember that this country was founded on religious freedoms.” She looked with sadness at the deflation of
her students and returned to her desk.
The students exchanged suspicious looks, side-eyeing one
another in an attempt to ferret out the guilty heretic. Girls and boys squirmed at the interrogative stares.
Little Gladys raised her hand, jumping a little in her seat
in order to be seen. That was a problem
with Gladys, she never felt seen. Maybe
it was her diminutive size, or maybe it was her being the third child and
always being out talked, outweighed and overlooked or maybe it was just her
personality. It was this feeling that
made her act a little more dramatically, talk a little louder and ask questions
incessantly.
“Mrs. Carter! MRS.
CARTER!!” she all but screamed, “Why?
Why can’t we have a tree?”
Mrs. Carter sighed “I already answered this Gladys. Some of our student’s religious beliefs do
not allow them to celebrate the holidays. We must respect that.”
“But, why? I mean is
it because they don’t believe in the baby Jesus?” Gladys whined.
“No, dear, it is because they believe that those holidays
are in fact not Christian but pagan. Do
you know what a pagan is?” Mrs. Carter waited.
Gladys thought a minute and said “isn’t that like a clothespin. When you want to hang something up
you put in a peggin and you hang your stuff on it?”
A little giggle escaped from the seasoned teacher “No, Hun, Paganism
is a form a belief where in they worship many gods or unconventional gods. It was very common back in olden times.”
“You mean we gots peggins in our class? Who?” Gladys was aghast.
“No, we would be the Pagans by putting up a tree. You see some people believe that the tree was
a Pagan practice as were many of the other holiday traditions we practice.” The
teacher gingerly walked around the subject trying not to be too accusatory.
“I aint no peggin!” Gladys spat. The class all mumbled the same.
“No one is calling you a Pagan. Now let’s get to work on our fractions and
forget about the tree.”
The day went on but not as brightly as it should have. The anticipation dampened with the thoughts
of no green and red construction paper chains, no pipe cleaner angels, and no
glitter spewing cardboard ornaments. It
was a sad, sad day and no amount of free reading time was going to lift Gladys’
spirits.
As the last bell of the day rang out Gladys trudged
forlornly out of the classroom, only looking up to see Mrs. Carter’s
sympathetic eyes.
That evening as the color faded from the horizon Gladys sat
at the dinner table and told her brother and sister of the criminal restriction
from having a Christmas tree. “She said
we were peggins for having a Christmas tree.
Well, Mrs. Carter don’t exactly think we are but she said some kids in
our class thought we were and that is why we can’t have a tree.”
Buck, Gladys’ brother was confused “we are peggin? What is peggin?”
“You know we believe there is more than one God and we don’t
worship the baby Jesus” said Gladys matter-of-factly.
“PAY-GAN!” Buck corrected, “you mean pagan. Not pegging.
I thought maybe you were playing mumbly-peg at school or something. I still don’t understand how a Christmas tree
means your Pagan.”
“Well, Mrs. Carter said has something to do with the
peasants worshiping trees or some such magical nonsense. I think it is a travesty, us not having a
tree. I am just glad that Momma and
Daddy don’t think it’s piggin.”
Matilda examined her mashed potatoes on the fork took a big
bite then turned mouth open to show Gladys her food.
“Stop it! I don’t
want to play see food with you. This
here is criminal! I mean how would you
feel if you didn’t get to have a tree?”
Swallowing Matilda replied “we don’t get to have a
tree. We got the same speech. Mr. Decker said that it was because of some
Jeehosaphats or something. That they don’t
believe in Christmas Trees. But he said
we could still decorate the room and bring ornaments from home.”
“What are Jeehosaphats?
What do they look like?” Gladys said taking a second helping of
black-eyed peas.
Trooper Bob looked across the table at his progeny, shook
his head and continued eating. This was
one conversation he would let them work out themselves.
“Jehovah’s Witnesses, not Jehoshaphat. It is a religion. They are really strict. Even stricter than the snake handling Baptist
over off of Treadaway. They don’t
celebrate birthdays, or Easter, or Christmas, or Halloween or anything because
they see them as pagan celebrations” Buck responded.
Gladys’ fork stopped midway to her mouth. What kind of monsters didn’t celebrate
birthdays? I mean did those poor souls
not ever get any presents? Setting her
fork back on the plate she turned to Trooper Bob “is that true Daddy? They
don’t celebrate their birthdays nor nothing?”
Trooper Bob saw he was not going to escape this
conversation. “Yes, that is true. They don’t celebrate. Now I don’t know a lot about them but I heard
tell that they don’t believe in any celebration but I think they do recognize
Easter.”
“Well, that just ain’t right.
They should at least let their kids have a tree and some presents. What harm would it be?” Gladys was flummoxed.
Dinner finished and dishes done, it was time for Gladys to
go to bed. She prayed that night for
those poor Jehoshaphat children who wouldn’t have Christmas or birthdays,
Easter or Thanksgiving. Heck, I think I
would rather believe in carrying around rattlesnakes as I had go without
holidays. She closed her eyes as hard
and tight as she could and she had a little conversation with God.
The week went forward and not another word was said about
the absence of a Christmas tree and the Jehoshaphat children who caused this
atrocity. Well, not a word from the
adults. The playground was a buzz with
who was and wasn’t a Jehoshaphat. There
were several theories that the Jehoshaphats weren’t even in their class, heck,
for all they knew not even in the school.
Some thought it was a way that the teachers and parents didn’t have to
clean up the glitter, popcorn, and crepe paper mess of the season. Whatever it was it wasn’t right. Nope, not right at all.
Sunday rolled around. Gladys dressed in her best clothes
and waited while Matilda dressed and made sure her hair and make-up were
absolutely perfect. Buck yelled at them both to hurry.
The three kids climbed into Bucks V.W. Bug and made their way to Sunday
School.
Gladys about to burst rushed into her classroom and all but
fell into Miss Delores’ arms. “Ms. Delores,
you ain’t gonna believe this but we
can’t have a Christmas Tree. The teacher
says it ain’t fittin. It is peggin.”
Miss Delores wiped Gladys tears and smiled “I would love to
help, but I have no idea what you are going on about. Slow down and tell me, what’s this about
pegs?”
Gladys relayed her tale, leaving out not a single detail as
her classmates listened. Finally, out of
breath and out of details she asked “what do we do? I prayed.
I prayed really hard for them Jehoshaphat and them not getting
presents.”
“Gladys, you have done all you can for those children. They have their beliefs and we have
ours. You can pray for them, be kind for
them and respect them, that is what you can do.”
The following Monday the first bell rang and Mrs. Carter’s
third-grade class filed into the cafetorium along with the other 3rd
grade classes. The smell of cinnamon
rolls and fried chicken wafted from the kitchen and the cafeteria ladies
scurried in and out of the doors preparing for the lunch rush. On the stage sat a distinguished man and the
school’s principal. Once the students
were settled in Mr. Taylor, the principal, addressed the students. “Boys and girls, there has been a lot of
speculation and talk about our decision not to have Christmas trees this
year. I know your teachers have done
their best to explain the concerns of some of the parents not wishing their
children to participate in this tradition.
I have asked Doctor Bartholomew to help give some insight into the true meaning of the Christmas Tree to Christians.”
“Good Morning Boys and Girls” the distinguished man started
“I am the chancellor at the Christian College.
Last week one of your teachers called me because she was concerned that
the display of a Christmas tree was being misunderstood. She said some children were afraid if they
had a Christmas Tree it would mean they weren’t being good Christians. Well, let me tell you, that is not the case. I came here today to share with you the
Christian meaning of the Christmas Tree.
First, let me say that many religions have used the Fir tree as a symbol
of life. Now with that being said, I
would like to share with you the representation of the tree.
You see the green of the fir tree represents God’s gift to
us of everlasting life in his love.
The red ornaments and bows on the tree represent the blood
that God’s son shed so that we might have everlasting life.
The lights on the tree are God’s love that lights the way.
The Angel on the top of the tree is the Holy Spirit which is
always within our hearts.
The presents under the tree our greatest Gift Jesus Who gave
Himself to us at Christmas.
The holly bush represents immortality, a trait that God has
given to each human being. We are all destined to live forever, either with the
Lord or separated from Him.
Christmas bells symbolize the joy of Christmas.
The candy cane is shaped like a shepherd's crook, reminding
us that Jesus, the Good Shepherd.
You see children, Christmas Trees embody all things
Christian. I have talked to local
leaders and educators and they have decided that you may keep your classroom
trees as long as you remember the spirit of that tree. Thank you for your time and Merry Christmas
to each and every one of you.”
Gladys and her compatriots exited the warm cinnamon roll scented
room returning happily to their classrooms.
When the last student was seated Mrs. Carter once again
addressed her students. “We will have a
tree this year and it has been agreed by the Board of Education and our PTA
that those students not comfortable with decorating the tree can have free time
in the library. Just see me before lunch
and I will arrange a hall pass for you.”
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Gladys swelled with happiness. She loved making ornaments and decorating the
tree even if her reindeer looked more like trees than deer. She loved sprinkling the glitter over the
Elmer’s glue and shaking the excess off into a newspaper. She loved bending the pipe cleaners into
almost angel shapes and of course, no tree was complete without the paper chains
and strings of popcorn. Mrs. Carter had
green and red popcorn. The class spent
the afternoon, creating and decorating and singing Christmas Carols. As she looked around the room, she noticed
not one single solitary classmate was missing.
Doug was eating glue off his fingers; Robin was covered from head to toe
in glitter and Lisa was twirling around with a paper chain wrapped around her
neck like a boa. It was glorious. All was right with the world. That evening she went home with her hair full
of glitter and her hand-out which explained the Christian Christmas.