Christmas certainly contributed to my sense of otherness as a kid. I remember watching the children line up at the mall to visit Santa, and my mom’s shrug…“we don’t do that.” The sparkly revelry wasn’t for me. (But I loved sparkly revelry!) The cheerful advertisements and the piles of presents and the wistful carols—none of it for me.
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My Jewish Christmas
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Christmas certainly contributed to my sense of otherness as a kid. I remember watching the children line up at the mall to visit Santa, and my mom’s shrug…“we don’t do that.” The sparkly revelry wasn’t for me. (But I loved sparkly revelry!) The cheerful advertisements and the piles of presents and the wistful carols—none of it for me.