For the Holiday
One time a little boy came home from Sunday school with a very odd picture that he had drawn. His mother was curious about it, and so after lunch she launched some inquiries. She sat down with him on the sofa, and asked him to explain his picture to her. But first, she wanted to know, what had the teacher asked them to draw?
“Oh,” the little boy said. “She wanted us to draw some part of the Christmas story.”
But there before them, on the paper, was a picture of a huge 747 jet. Although drawn by a small boy, it was nonetheless recognizable. The boy’s mother decided to ask innocuous questions, or questions that she guessed might be innocuous.
“And so,” she asked, pointing at the plane, “what is this?”
Her son, happy to explain his artistry, and pleased with the attention he was getting, said, “Oh, this is the flight into Egypt.”
“Ah,” she said, and pointed to the front of the plane. “And who is this?”
“That,” said her son, “is Pontius the pilot.”
“Ah,” she said, and pointed to a more recognizable scene in the back of the plane. It was more recognizable in that it seemed like an ordinary nativity set. “And who is this?”
“That,” her son said, still pleased, “is Joseph, Mary, and the baby Jesus.”
“I thought so,” said the mother. “But I am really curious about this last one.” She said this because off to the side of the nativity scene was a huge man, kind of a butterball, looking like he must weigh three or four hundred pounds. “And so who is this?”
“Oh,” her son said, “that’s Round John Virgin.”