We’re sweating through another Christmas season in Dixie. Yesterday we broke down and cut the air conditioner on in the house and in the car. And, as usual, it’s not so much the 80 degree heat as the 90% humidity. It’s been raining for two days so we’re soggy through and through.
The upside of this is that nobody down here is wearing ugly Christmas sweaters. We’re shopping, caroling, and wrapping gifts in our usual Gamecock or Tiger T-shirts. Clemson fans don’t look nearly as festive in their holiday purple and orange as the USC fans do in garnet.
My gift to you, faithful reader, is a classic holiday story that illustrates another unique perspective on Christmas here in the Bible belt.
Three Wise Men
In a small Southern town there was a nativity scene that showed great
skill and talent had gone into creating it. One small feature bothered me. The three wise men were wearing firemen’s helmets. Totally unable to come up with a reason or explanation, I left.
At a Quik Stop on the edge of town (we don’t have 7-Elevens down here), I asked the lady behind the counter about the helmets. She exploded into a rage (not all Southern belles are charming), yelling at me, “You damn Yankees never do read the Bible!” I assured her that I did, but simply couldn’t recall anything about firemen in the Bible. She jerked her Bible from behind the counter and ruffled through some pages, and finally jabbed her finger at a passage.
Sticking it in my face she said “See, it says right here, ‘The three
wise man came from afar.'”