I
didn’t grow up celebrating Christmas. Well, that isn’t exactly true. I was
raised in the Jewish faith, but my mother was raised Catholic, and although she
converted to Judaism before she married my father, she had trouble giving up
Christmas altogether. So when I was little, we had a tree and baked Christmas
cookies and exchanged Christmas gifts, in addition to celebrating the eight
nights of Chanukah.
Then,
when I was about seven, all of that stopped. That isn’t to say the end of
Christmas in our household came with a bang. My parents sort of phased it out.
For the first few years, we took vacations in December – a dude ranch in
Arizona, a Club Med in St. Lucia – where every night was a celebration, and one
of those nights just happened to be Christmas. Frankly, my brother and I were
so enthralled with learning to ride a horse or use the trapeze that we didn’t
think twice about Santa or Christmas trees. Besides, we’d already exchanged
presents for Chanukah.
Gradually,
I also began to understand why some families celebrated Christmas and some
celebrated Chanukah – and still others celebrated Diwali or Kwanza. Not
everyone celebrated the same holidays, and that was okay. We could still
celebrate the spirit of the season – that of family and togetherness and cheer
– without celebrating the holiday itself.
And
that’s exactly what happened in our household, especially as my brother and I
moved into our teenage years. Christmas was one of the few times of year when
both of us were off from school and didn’t have other plans. We couldn’t say we
had play rehearsal or plans with friends because everything was closed and all
of our friends were with their own families. Christmas provided built-in family
time, even if we weren’t formally celebrating the holiday itself.
Then,
about seven years ago, I met my husband, who was born and raised in London and
who’d spent his life celebrating Christmas. Once we were engaged, I spent my
first Christmas with his family in England, and I wasn’t sure what to expect.
Would I stand out as the non-Christian at the table? Would I feel
uncomfortable?
What
I discovered was that his family’s Christmas traditions were remarkably similar
to mine. Sure, the food was different (Christmas cake! Christmas pudding!), and
we opened crackers (those crowns!), but given that his family celebrated the
holiday in a non-religious fashion, the spirit of family and togetherness was
the same. And you know what? I loved it.
When
we have children, we’ll have to decide how we celebrate Christmas and Chanukah
and what we tell our children about why we celebrate the way we do. But
whatever we decide, I know we’ll infuse our household with the spirit of love,
joy, and generosity that makes both of us love the holiday season so much. And
that’s a gift I think our whole family will enjoy.
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