
The Legend of the Poinsettia

Juanita was a little girl who lived in the small village
of San Pancho, Mexico hundreds of years ago. Juanita's
family were farmers and they were very poor. As Christmas
approached Juanita's mama and papa became sick and Juanita
had to help care for her little brother and sister. There
was much work to be done and young Juanita did her best to
cook and clean and help with the burro in the fields. All
the people of the village were decorating the church and
making special gifts to give to the Christ Child on
Christmas Eve.
Everyone would take part in the Christmas Eve procession,
singing and carrying candles. Then Padre Gonalez would place
the figure of the Baby Jesus in the manger and the villagers
would put their special gifts around the manger. Juanita had
tried to weave a colorful blanket for the Christ Child, but
she was to little and the yarns became tangled. She tried to
sew little leather boots for her gift, but the leather was
too tough and she was not strong enough to push the needle
through. She tried to think of something very special that
her family could give to the Baby Jesus, but with mama and
papa sick and her younger brother and sister to small to
help, she could think of nothing. At last it was Christmas
Eve. All of the village was ready to form the procession,
the candles were lit, the singing began as the villagers
walked through San Pancho carrying their gifts to place at
the manger.
Juanita hid in the darkness, watching with tears in her eyes
as the procession went to the church.
Suddenly an old man stepped from the shadows nearby. "Little
girl, are you Juanita?" he said. "Si," answered Juanita,
wondering who he could be. "I have a message for you. Your
mama and papa are going to get well soon. So do not worry.
Go to the church and celebrate Christmas with the other
villagers. Your brother and sister are waiting for you." "I
can't," Juanita told him. "I don't have a gift for the Baby
Jesus. I tried and tried to make something but I couldn't
finish it."
"Ah, Juanita, don't you know that any gift is beautiful
because it is given. Whatever you give, the Baby Jesus will
love, because it comes from you." "But what can I give?" And
Juanita began looking around. She saw a big patch of green
weeds nearby. Juanita rushed over and picked a huge armful.
Then turned to the old man. But he was gone. Juanita walked
into the church. All of the candles were blazing, the
children were singing as she walked down the aisle with her
bundle of green weeds. "What is Juanita carrying?" the
villagers whispered.
"She's bringing weeds into the church!" Juanita placed the
green weeds all around the manger. Then she bowed her head
and prayed. A hush fell over the church. Voices whispered,
"Look!, Look at the weeds!" Juanita opened her eyes. Each
weed was topped with a flaming red star. And when everyone
went outside after the Mass, all the bunches of tall green
weeds throughout the town were shining with red stars.
Juanita's simple gift had become beautiful.
And every Christmas to this day, the red stars shine on top
of the green branches in Mexico. The people call the Plants
la Flor de Nochebuena. The flower of the Holy Night - the
poinsettia. When we first heard the Mexican legend of the
poinsettia, our whole family was touched by it as only
Christmas can touch. This Mexican wildflower is known by
many names in Mexico: flor de fuego (fire flower), flor de
Navidad (Christmas flower), and flor de la Noche buena
(flower of the Holy Night.) The poinsettia came to the
United States through Dr. Joel Roberts Poinsett, who served
as the nation's minister to Mexico from 1825 to 1830. He was
fascinated with its beauty and called the plant "painted
leaves", because the part often thought of as the flower
actually consists of leaves surrounding a smaller flower
portion. He took cuttings home to South Carolina when he
returned from Mexico in 1830. The Christmas plant, which we
call poinsettia after Dr. Poinsett, found its way into our
own Christmas traditions, and nothing seems to say "Merry
Christmas" better than a beautiful red and green poinsettia.
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