Chapter 11 it is now 1967

Every household is decorated to celebrate Christmas.Most of the people who live near our house are Catholic. One morning, just after the snow had fallen, a friend and I walked to school together.We all wore hooded jackets and rubber boots.We came to a small house with a life-size nativity scene on the lawn. We stopped and looked at the statues.The Three Magi of the East.animal. Is that Jesus?I asked. which one? The standing one, the one with the crown. I guess it was his father. Is Jesus the other man? Jesus was a little baby. Where? In the cradle.you are stupid. We crane our necks to watch.Jesus is not visible from this end of the walk.

I'm going to have a look.my friend said. better not. Why? Could get in trouble. I don't know why I say that.At that age, I already realized that the world was divided into us and them.If you're a Jew, you shouldn't talk about Jesus, let alone see Jesus. I just want to see.my friend said. I followed him, onto the lawn.I'm so nervous.The snow crunched under our feet.Look closely, the statue of the Magi is fake, the skin is anhydrite with orange paint. That's him.my friend said. I stood behind my friend, peering over his shoulder.There, the baby Jesus is lying in the cradle on the painted straw.I shivered.I almost thought he would open his eyes and yell: Got you guys!

Come on, we're going to be late.I backed away as I spoke. My friend scoffed. coward.He said.