A Jewish family had settled in the small New England town, and, as
the years went by, they became thoroughly assimilated. In most ways
they could hardly be told apart from their Christian neighbors. At
Yuletide they always had a Christmas tree for their little boy who
was as delighted with it as any other child in town.
One Christmas, when the boy was six, he was invited to a party given
by a Gentile playmate. When he got home from the party he was full of
"Tell me, Dad," he asked, "do Gentiles, too, believe in Christmas?"