Yeah, that is a nice story...
There were 2 JW girls who were a part of an after school activity group I supervised. Each arvo I was "required" (boss was a very strict and very routine dutch woman) to provide one sporting activity and one craft activity and once November 1 rolled around, each craft activity had to be Christmas orientated.
The girls explained that they did not celebrate Christmas, and would not be allowed to make Christmas things. They were both excellent kids and very good at craft, so each arvo I would attempt to change the design of whatever it was we were making, to make it less Christmassy, so they could remain involved. This was no easy task when the bulk of the materials were things like tinsel, or stars and whatnot.
The situation kind of put the spotlight on the kids, and every afternoon they would have to try and explain to other kids why they didn't celebrate Christmas and answer an ongoing bevy of questions from the other kids. As the days went on, the girls became more and more depressed, because - this is my take on it - as kids, I don't think they really understood WHY they couldn't celebrate it, when the rest of the world was. Sometimes they would make really impressive crafts, and then give them to others in the room rather than chance taking them home and being seen as disrespectful, or hang them in the room without their names on.
Much of what I do is meaningful to me and when I would present new crafts I would provide some sort of folk meaning or personal meaning in the form of a bit of a story. (Much like this, I guess)
One of the last craft activities was a door wreath, and I had no idea how I could make this less Christmas-ey for this pair, because lets face it... Wreaths have only ever been used (as far as I know) to remember those who have passed. So, I decided to adapt the wreath and present it as a greeting that unifies all. I dragged in the ol mistletoe tradition and adapted it by replacing it with gumnuts and told the giggling kids how people came together under the mistletoe to kiss, and in Australia we all come together under the gumnuts to accept and appreciate each other. I told them that the door wreaths we were making were a sign to anyone passing, that the people in the house respected the 'circle of love' that goes round and round and the gumnuts reminded everyone it was just fine to do your own thing, think differently and celebrate whenever and whatever you felt like celebrating.
I had been warned several times by the dutch woman that I was treading on thin ice with the girls, and that I should really be sitting them out during the craft activities. She told me I would lose my job if the parents came in and complained.
On the last day the parents BOTH turned up, and I pretty much sh*t myself! They spoke briefly with my stonefaced boss and then waited quietly by the door and watched me finish up the class and by the time they approached me I was certain I was in for it. The girls introduced them to me, and both looked nervous too. None of us were expecting what happened. The mum gave me a parcel wrapped in plain blue paper and said she wanted to thank me for working with her kids. I was heaps surprised, and she explained that JW's still give gifts, but they don't give gifts in the name of a season. I figured it probably wasn't appropriate then, to tell them I would take it home and put it under my tree, so I opened it.
They had wrapped up one of the little wreaths the girls had made and told me the other was hanging on their door! So every year, the wreath comes out again and usually sits under our tree, near our tree or hangs somewhere (we now have a sliding door...

), and we remember the girls, their family and their values. I always wonder if the other wreath is brought out too, and how the girls are going...
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." - Charles Schultz