Being Jewish at Christmas

Mommy, can we get a Christmas tree? Askedstarted lighting the Menorah on Hanukkah and
me my then-4 year old son.celebrating Passover with the traditional dinner.
Seemingly a simple question, but I've beenOne day my son came home from pre-school
dreading it since my son was born.singing "Jingle Bells". He was 4 years old and it was
I was born and raised in Israel. As a kid, I used tothe week before Christmas. And then came the
watch on TV the Christians arriving at theirdreaded question - "can we have a Christmas
churches in Jerusalem and Bethlehem for services.tree?". It was time for "the talk" - no, not the one
That was the only exposure to Christians I had inabout the birds and the bees, the one about a
Israel. No Christmas tree, no presents, no Santathing called "religion". I sat him down and explained
Clause... when I came to the US in my earlyto him that we don't celebrate Christmas because
twenties, I was astonished and amazed as I wentwe're Jewish. We celebrate Hanukkah instead. We
through the Holiday season. Nothing I had knownlight the menorah and sing Hanukkah songs
before had prepared me for it. The constant flowinstead of decorating a tree and singing Christmas
of chocolates and cookies at the insurancesongs. It was a confusing subject for a 4 year old
company I used to work for, the shopping craze,to grasp. I watched his face change expressions,
the parties, the colorful displays of Christmasas he was processing the information. He was still
trees everywhere, Santa clause in every store,confused. What does one have to do with the
and of course the "camaraderie" atmosphere ofother? How come we can't celebrate both? Yes,
everyone around me. Everybody celebratedwe celebrated Hanukkah last week, but what
Christmas. Or at least so it seemed. It wasabout Christmas next week? And does that
everywhere. You couldn't avoid it. You couldn'tmean Santa won't be visiting our house? What
hide from it. But at the same time - I couldn'tabout my presents? Have I not been a good boy
participate in all of it either. I did go to a party orall year?...
two but still, it just wasn't my holiday. I wentHmmm. Didn't think about that. What do I do
through different stages over the years. At first Inow?! I posted a question to the single mothers
felt extremely uneasy when people said to megroup I belong to, asking for other mom's
"Merry Christmas". Everybody just assumed, orperspective. Most replies came from fellow Jewish
took it for granted, that you're "one of them" -mothers and emphasized the various ways each
either Christian or Catholic or any othercelebrated Hanukkah. But that still didn't address
denomination that celebrated the birth of Jesus.the problem. One Jewish mother, who's daughter
I felt the need to "fight back" - or I would beis half African American, said they celebrated
betraying myself, my parents, my identity. I used"everything" - Hanukkah, Kwanza, Christmas, and
to reply - "I'm Jewish, I don't celebrate Christmas"a few other.
and watch their expression turned intoI liked that idea. It got me thinking - what if I
amazement mixed with pity as they mumbled:adapted it and started celebrating Christmas,
"oh, sorry..." as if it had never occurred to themJewish style? Is that going to work with our
that there are people who didn't celebratereligious identity? Are we breaking any religious or
Christmas. I always thought they felt sorry forethical rules? Or is it just that uncomfortable
me for not celebrating Christmas - almost like a"Christmasy" feeling creeping up again? And what
flicker of a thought went through their mind ofdoes it say about the strength of my conviction
what would their lives be without Christmas. Anin right and wrong? Was it actually wrong?
unbearable thought... And then there were thoseAfter much consideration (and nagging from my
who said it in a way of "oh, excuse mmmeee! Ison), I've decided to start "celebrating" Christmas,
didn't realize I was offending you by wishing youJewish style. We went to the store and picked up
Merry Christmas!"a tree, got some decorations, came home and
As the years went by and I got more acclimatedhad some eggnog while decorating the tree.
to the Christmas season, I started participatingThere were no discussions about Jesus or the
(and even enjoying) some of the festivities. I nomeaning of Christmas, but there were presents
longer felt the need to "fight back", but I was stillunder the tree from Santa on Christmas morning.
an outsider looking in. it still wasn't my holiday.My son was ecstatic. He was able to tell anybody
When my son was born I started celebratingwho asked (pretty much everywhere we went)
more of the Jewish holidays. Growing up in awhat he got for Christmas, instead of having to
Jewish state, I didn't have to do anything insay - in a gloomy face - "Santa doesn't come to
particular to celebrate the holidays. It wasour house - we're Jewish..." or "we don't celebrate
everywhere. Everyone around me were Jewish.Christmas" and get the "pity look" from
But here it was different. I actually had to doeverybody around him.
something to actively celebrate being Jewish. IAnd when he grows up he'll be able to tell his
used to think that the freedom of religion includedcollege buddies about the time "he" discovered
the freedom to not be religious. But when my sonthere's no Santa Clause...
was born I wanted him to have a sense ofYes, peer pressure is a powerful thing. Although,
religion, and naturally, it had to be Judaism. Wenot as powerful as a mother's love for her son.