I’m a Jew who loves Christmas

Celebrating Hannukah and Christmas on carpoolcandy.com

As I may have mentioned, my mother is Jewish and my father was Episcopalian. For a kid, it was the best case scenario: we observed all cultural holidays, but I had no religious education whatsoever.

As an adult, I felt a bit cheated.

Not only do I know nada about the Bible, I often feel lost during religious services because I have no frame of reference. As a child, it was cool to get presents for Hanukkah and Christmas, and search for the hidden Passover matzoh and hunt for Easter eggs.

In my 20’s, I decided I wanted a bit of religion in my life and felt most comfortable with Jewish traditions. I slowly began to learn about half of my religious heritage by attending services a few times a year and celebrating holidays with more observant friends.

Wilson grew up as a conservative Jew and became a bar mitzvah so he knows his prayers and religious background. When we married, we made a conscious decision to raise our kids (now 8, 10, and 13)  with a Jewish education.

I’ve never wavered on that choice — in fact I’ve never felt more certain it was right than when my oldest son, Jacob, became a bar mitzvah this year. Our boys’ Hebrew school experience has helped them build a sense of self, and enriched their lives in ways they can’t appreciate now, but will understand more as they mature.

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They’re learning the history of our religion and people, and taking pride in their Jewish identity. While I’d like to think I could have taught my kids to perform “tzedakah” which translates to “righteous behavior” and charitable giving, I know they’re getting that message every week at Hebrew school.

They’re part of a community– something larger than themselves– which gives them a sense of belonging, and will help them understand their place in the world.

When I hear them saying Hebrew prayers in synagogue, singing Jewish songs, or excited about doing good deeds, I envy them.

I feel good about our choice to honor Jewish traditions. But every year around this time, a wave of nostalgia sweeps over me and I miss Christmas.

Back in the day, my father was a bit of a Christmas junkie. He made a big deal about picking the best tree — had to be a Douglas Fir– and although I hated standing in the cold picking out the one that was least crooked with the most branches, I loved the smell of the pine needles that took over our car and apartment.

Christmas 1977 on carpoolcandy.com

Christmas 1977

Decorating the tree was a ceremonial experience. As Andy Williams crooned Christmas songs in the background, my parents argued over  lights and ornament placement. My dad wore plaid pants and a turtleneck, and we drank eggnog with cinnamon as we worked.

Christmas 1977 on carpoolcandy.com

That year’s loot:  Shaun Cassidy album and poster, dollhouse,  Snoopy bank.

My parents often hosted a party with honey-baked ham and a variety of homemade cookies my mother baked with care. On Christmas morning, all our presents from Santa were unwrapped and creatively displayed in our living room, our stockings filled with candy and trinkets. My brother and I worried that Santa and his reindeer wouldn’t be able to land on our apartment balcony, so we were always thrilled to see they had eaten the cookies and sugar cubes we left them.

Good times.

Wilson doesn’t feel comfortable having a tree at home, but I make up for it in my own way. Holiday lights twinkle around our windows and my childhood Christmas decorations nestle closely  to the dozen menorahs and the kids’ homemade Stars of David we’ve collected over the years.

Every year around this time, my boys help me make dozens of cookies to give to friends and teachers, and we spend an evening shopping and wrapping presents for a needy local family who can’t afford them.

decorating Christmas sugar cookies on carpoolcandy.com

On Christmas Eve we drive to Manhattan to see the Rockefeller Center tree and the retail windows on 5th Avenue. Then we eat out– last year it was a traditional sushi meal– and enjoy the unusually quiet streets. On Christmas Day we go to the Knicks game and hot dogs replace honey-baked ham.

Celebrating Christmas at Knick game 2010Knick game on carpoolcandy.com

For a few years, I mourned my old, conventional Christmas traditions. But my kids love the holiday, so I’ve embraced it too, even if we don’t mark it the way I did as a kid.

Celebrating Christmas has never been about religion for my family.

I’ve realized it doesn’t matter if it’s hanging ornaments or cheering a slam-dunk, traditions are about being together and sharing an experience. I hope my kids look back on all their childhood traditions with the same fondness I feel for mine.

7 responses to “I’m a Jew who loves Christmas

  1. Loved it, loved it and loved your story and photos!! Thanks so much on this Christmas Eve…thinking of you all.

  2. Disappointed the SANTA PIN didn’t get a mention. 🙂

  3. Greg Rosenberg

    I’m also a Jew who loves Christmas not because I was raised Conservative in a kosher home and got Bar Mitzvah, but because I read the bible and discovered Jesus or Y’shua really is the promised Messiah. I encourage you to ask questions and read for yourself. God won’t be mad at you and you might discover Christmas has a deeper meaning than tradition. As Jews, we certainly have no excuse for intentional ignorance of scripture.

  4. This was such a nice post. I love the pics of the 1977 loot! I think your Christmas traditions now sound fabulous. Enjoy the holiday!

  5. I enjoyed your post, the first of yours I’ve read, I believe. It brought back some of my own childhood memories. As a Christian, I feel sad that so many people regard the birth of Jesus as a cultural event. You’re right that our faith makes us part of something bigger than ourselves and it is that belonging that makes a society. As more and more people fall away from their failth, the society will morph in to an everyone for themselves without thinking that they belong to something bigger than themselves. The results of that poll you reference and the evidence around us everyday seem to indicate that it is already starting.

  6. Not sure why it says Anonymous…..xo Erica

  7. I have very fond memoried of your house on Christmas Day year after year with the Dubin clan, the Rosenbaums and Bert and Hilda.. I cherish those memories. Thanks for this post. It made me think of those happy times with a Christmas smile. Merry Christmas Brooke. Enjoy your family time. XXOO