Are you sitting down in your favourite chair?
Is the eggnog at optimal drinking temperature? Okay, I’m just going to come out and say it. Are you ready? Is the chair comfy enough? Alright, here goes.
I don’t celebrate Christmas.
I know it’s pretty hard for you to wrap your head around that, but some people just don’t. Yes, I know Christmas is a non-denominational holiday in which we put aside our religious differences and celebrate the birth of everyone’s lord and saviour Jesus Christ. But there really are some people for which Jesus was just a carpenter with some lovely humanistic ideals and celebrating his birthday 2000 years later seems, I dunno, excessive.
Let’s just call them, for argument’s sake, “Jews.”
I grew up in a secular Jewish household with a mum that loved Christmas but we never celebrated in a traditional sense. We never dragged a dead tree into the house for instance, or received any presents (I think my parents liked this bit the best).
When kids in my streets would be carving up the cul-de-sac on Christmas morning with their new bikes and rollerblades, I’d be inside working out how to get the maximum amount of fun out of a single Chanukah spinning top. Still to this day I’m triggered by the dreidel song.
Read the article by Darren Levin in the Herald Sun.