My history is as clouded as it is long, though I am generally considered to come from 4th Century, where a nobleman, who had squandered his wealth after the death of his wife, had no money to leave a dowry for his three soon-to-be-married daughters. One day, a saintly man from Myra happened to pass through the village and heard of the man’s plight. Knowing the father was too proud to accept money, the man from Myra tossed bags filled with coins through his chimney. Where those bags landed gave birth to my legend.
Who am I?
Last week’s answer: The Poinsettia