It can really stink. Let's admit it, we can share in the spirit of the holiday all we want, but there's definitely a feeling of being left out on Christmas. For the month of December (and earlier and earlier every year) our lives are overrun by an overwhelming barrage of all things Christmas. I love celebrating with my husbands family, and love celebrating Chanukah with mine. Still, every commercial on TV, beautifully lit up houses, every store you patronize this time of year reminds you of this special celebration shared by the majority of Americans that you're not a part of.
Believe you-me, I get into the holiday spirit. I send cards. I love lights. I've celebrated lovely Christmas' with my now in laws and other families, (I've attended a beautiful midnight mass - in LATIN) and always loved the family togetherness, the laughs, and the magic that makes it the most wonderful time of the year. I love a sparkly outfit, cocktails pouring and indulging in a few too many hor dourves. Who doesn't enjoy a little festivity?
And we Jews get down in our own way with Chanukah too. I've been lighting candles and reciting the blessing since I could talk or use matches without risk of burning the house down. Like many Jewish families, we celebrate the festival of lights with chopped liver, latkes, a delicious meal and presents. There is no challenge enjoying our little Chanukah island even in an ocean of garland, red bows, and mistletoes.
I must admit, Jewish friends/family brace yourselves, I've always wondered what it feels like to celebrate Xmas as a bondafied non-Jew. Let me set the scene for you. There I am with my full on Christmas gear; a white cotton turtleneck topped with a terrible, itchy red or green sweater depicting Rudolph and Santa kibitzing under the tree. I'm drinking something delicious, a hot toddy or spiked eggnog, smiling happily with family around a magnificent tree. A cozy fire crackles and pops as we laugh and talk the night away. All is right in the world.
Only thing that's missing in this picture is the chopped liver. And my Mommom's Matzo Ball soup. And the Judaism. And the family history of my ancestors who worked tirelessly, lived simply, all the while honoring and sharing their religious culture with their children. Even though we can feel left out this time of year, I'd never want that image of me, in another life celebrating Christmas, to come true. My family has our own traditions, our own foods, language and joyous holidays to enjoy. I wouldn't be me without them.


So while we may look forward to the end of the holiday season, if not to escape the endless Christmasness, the commercialism or holiday parties, than to dull the sharp distinction that this time of year highlights between us and everybody else. How about let's use the holidays as an opportunity to celebrate our differences? (Corny Alert.) But I'm serious. Lets make the latkes, light candles, but (when appropriate) also sport a fabulous, itchy, red christmas sweater and laugh under the tree with the best of them. Invitations for Xmas (and Chanukah) parties currently being accepted!!