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The Gifts of a Not-So-White Christmas

By Megan Dowd Lambert

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The author reading Rachel Isadora’s The Night Before Christmas with five of her children. Photo provided by the author.

My husband and I are both lapsed Catholics, and we celebrate Christmas in our multiracial, adoptive, blended family with an emphasis on togetherness, giving gifts, and taking joy in traditions. Although I’ve left the Church I grew up in, I still feel a deep connection to many of its stories, and the Nativity story, in particular.

I’m compelled by the vision of the birth of a child as an occasion for wonder, hope, celebration, and reverence. I’m grateful for the equation of the humble with the holy. I’m moved by the depiction of Joseph, embracing his role in Mary’s life and in the life of her child, despite initial doubts and misgivings when he learns about her pregnancy. I think of my grandmother’s devotion to the Madonna because, as she said, “she was a mother, too,” and I regard Mary as a symbol of motherhood that has sustained generations of women in my family and beyond.

Look and see how charming is Jesus
How He is white, His cheeks are rosy!
Hush! hush! see how the Child is sleeping;
Hush! hush! see how He smiles in his dreams

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An ornament given to the author’s son for his first Christmas in 1997 from her mother’s friend

I also can pinpoint the Nativity story as one that helped initiate my serious thinking about race as a young White girl growing up in the Whitest state in the union, Vermont.

From kindergarten through eighth grade, I attended a small independent school across the border in Massachusetts, Pine Cobble School, which offered French classes starting in first grade. I adored studying French, in part because I was proud of my French Canadian heritage and the fact that my father grew up speaking French in his Canadian-border-town-dwelling family.

When my French teacher, Madame Parker, taught my third grade class a Christmas carol, “Un Flambeau, Jeanette, Isabelle” (in English, “Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella”) my little French-Canadian-Catholic heart swelled. The song’s full lyrics can be found here, and here is the fourth verse, in French and with the English translation, with lines pertinent to my discussion in bold font for emphasis:

Doucement, dans l’étable close
Doucement, venez un moment
Approchez! Que Jésus est charmant,
Comme Il est blanc, comme Il est rose
Do! Do! Do! Que l’Enfant repose
Do! Do! Do! Qu’il rie en dormant.

Softly to the little stable.
Softly for a moment come;
Look and see how charming is Jesus
How He is white, His cheeks are rosy!
Hush! hush! see how the Child is sleeping;
Hush! hush! see how He smiles in his dreams.

As I read over the mimeographed sheet of lyrics, I noted that my teacher had crossed out the bolded line in the fourth verse and replaced it with a new line, handwritten in her own words, for us to learn. I asked her why she had done so.

“I think the original lyrics are racist,” she said plainly.

“Why?” I asked. “They only say what he looked like.”

“But we don’t really know what Jesus looked like,” she explained. “And we can make a very good guess based on when and where he was born in the Middle East that he was not white-skinned and rosy-cheeked. So saying he was White and rosy as though this is what made him a beautiful baby (the first verse calls him beautiful), feels wrong to me.”

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An ornament on the author’s Christmas tree with a photo of her son on his adoption day in 2007.

I cannot remember the words Madame Parker taught us to sing in place of this line. And I am, of course, paraphrasing this conversation that happened over thirty years ago; but in doing so, I’m faithfully reporting what I took away from that brief exchange.

I do remember that she used the word “racist.” I remember that I objected and said it “just says what he looked like.” In doing so, I was taking for granted as truth the representations of the Nativity I’d seen in books, in my church, and in the scene on my grandmother’s credenza with its one Black wise man among the other human and angelic figurines who all looked pretty darn White and rosy-cheeked. I was referencing what I knew, or, put more thoughtfully, what I’d been taught, implicitly or explicitly through artistic and other representations of Jesus and the story of his birth.

In that third grade French class, Madame Parker challenged me to rethink what I knew and to reexamine what I took for granted. Although she was clearly intentional in crossing out the “blanc,…[et] rose!/white,…[and] rosy!” line from the song and replacing it with another, I don’t know if she anticipated that anyone would ask her about this decision.

It was a lesson I could apply to the Nativity story and to all kinds of texts, and it was a way of thinking that set my mind ablaze with possibility. I couldn’t describe it like this yet, but in that class I was learning not just the French language, but how to regard all language as something that both constructs and is constructed by culture. Within that recognition was an invitation to interrogate the texts I read as products and producers of particular world views.

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The author’s son reading Margaret Wise Brown and Floyd Cooper’s A Child Is Born. Photo credit: Sean P. Lambert St. Marie

That invitation is a gift I want to give my children, too, when I share diverse representations of the Nativity story with them. I recently read Margaret Wise Brown’s A Child Is Born with illustrations by Floyd Cooper with my 22-month old son, Jesse, who is White. It was his first introduction to the Nativity story, a fact I noted to myself as he pointed to the Black baby in the manger and said “baby Jesus, happy day-day” (his phrase for happy birthday) after I told him that Christmas celebrates the birthday of this baby named Jesus. Other Nativity books on our shelves include depictions of White people in their illustrations (among them is Julie Vivas’s marvelous, feminist, The Nativity, which I write about here at The Horn Book) and so Jesse, like his Black, Latina, and biracial siblings before him, will grow up with diverse representations of the people in this biblical story.

My aim isn’t to confuse my children, but to teach them, as Madame Parker taught me in third grade, that we don’t really know what they looked like. So why not imagine these figures in ways that reflect and celebrate the diversity of humanity? The corollary of depicting them only as “white,…[and] rosy!” troubles me, not only as dishonest, ahistorical representation, but as an equation of what and whom Christianity regards as holy with Whiteness.

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An ornament on the author’s Christmas tree with a photo of her daughter on her siblings’ adoption day in 2007, hanging beside a Santa ornament made by the author’s great-grandmother.

I extend this commitment to providing my children with diverse representations into secular Christmas stories, too. Christmas books with Black Santas, along with others that represent him as White, are also on our shelves, as are stories about White people, Native people, and people of color celebrating Christmas in contemporary and historical contexts. My children’s individual handmade stockings include knit pictures of a gingerbread man, a snowman, and a reindeer, and also a White Santa, a Black Santa, and a Black angel. Our tree is decorated with ornaments holding photos of our multiracial family members over the years, and it’s also festooned with ornaments featuring a multiracial cast of Santas, angels, elves, and toys.

Conferred through these diverse representations of the sacred and the secular is the gift my teacher gave to me, when in a French lesson about a Christmas carol she invited me and my classmates to engage critically with texts and to resist White supremacy.

As the recent backlash against the Mall of America’s first Black Santa reveals, some still harbor hateful resistance to anything but a White Christmas. But, although I’d love to find even more, it’s much easier to find diverse Christmas books, ornaments, and decorations now than it was when I became a mother to my first child, a biracial son, in 1997. This helps my children to regard Christmas as a holiday that belongs to all of them, each and every one.

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An ornament on the author’s Christmas tree with a photo of her daughter taken the month she came home to their family in 2006.

Megan Dowd Lambert

Megan’s experiences as a White mother of seven children in a blended, multiracial, queer, adoptive family inform her work as an author, reviewer, and consultant. More about Megan Dowd >
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