*Warning: There is a good chance that this post will make you hate me. I don’t want to be hated but feel I should put this out there. Please do comment and do not take this post as insulting you: it is simply my viewpoint. The fact that I feel the need to put a warning on a blog post is, in and of itself, terrifying.*
A few years ago, my younger son R. was in nursery school. The girl he was in love with, S., was a lovely little girl approximately a full head taller than R. This did not daunt him, and they made a lovely pair…until December rolled around.
Come December, S. came over for a playdate. When the conversation turned to Hanukkah, S. told R. that she, S., was lucky, because she got to celebrate both Christmas AND Hanukkah.
Now, R. was a bit of a pedant, even at age 4 (not sure who he got that from), and this sort of threw him for a loop.
“But you can’t celebrate Christmas AND Hanukkah,” he told her. “Are you Jewish?”
She looked at him. “I don’t know what I am,” she told him.
They went off to play blocks in the basement. After an hour or so elapsed, the playdate was over and S.’s mom came to pick her up.
As S. was being buckled into her carseat by her mother, R. pushed past me and leaned out the open door into the cold twilight.
“I know what you are, S!” he yelled, in what must have been a bizarre non sequitur for S.’s mom. “You’re Hindu! You worship many gods!”
True story. The kid’s kind of a genius, but that’s neither here nor there.
The point of the story, of course, was to serve as a humorous anecdote, which would edge us sideways into the horribly prickly point that no one wants to really acknowledge. You see, around this time of year, everyone is afraid of offending people, especially people that they know, like, or love. But I feel the need to say this: you can’t celebrate both Hanukkah and Christmas. Read the rest of this entry →