When I was 8 and on Grade 3, I as lucky enough to be the teachers pet, I thought she was a lovely teacher and we just bonded.
She knew about my religion and not once as I ever made to feel uncomfortable, either by her or the other kids, she seemed to have a knack at making everything seem normal even when festive activities were a focus.
At the end of the year, the last day of her class, she gave each of us children in her class a passing gift. As I saw the gifts being handed out, I cringed. Each kid unwrapped their present and all the girls were being given a Santa hanky and a Santa broach. But when I opened mine, there was a beautiful butterfly broach and a Santa hanky. I was overwhelmed with her thoughtfulness.
I brought it home and knew I had to show it to my father and I thought he would take it away from me, because it was still a xmas gift. I told him how she had given all the other girls a Santa broach and just how thoughtful she was in respecting our beliefs but obviously still wanted to give me a present. Surprisingly, my father agreed, I think he saw my delight and I couldn't believe it when he said nothing about the hanky, but I was never stupid enough to let that hanky see the day of light again, it as my little treasure and I wore the butterfly broach with my deepest appreciation for this lady.
She also gave me some of her class teaching materials (reading cards/maths aids), I'll never forget her.