I’ve come to call it my blog’s Christmas tradition—
even though it’s technically a cop-out.
10 Christmas Confessions:
#1. I’m Jewish. So actually I have no business writing about Christmas. Or confessions.
#2. I grew up in a kosher home. We also hung stockings and got presents Christmas morning.
#3. My husband is Christian. But he claims he doesn’t mind that we don’t have a Christmas tree.
#4. I always yearned for a Christmas tree.
#5. I stopped yearning for a tree when my first husband (who was Jewish) surprised me and the kids one year with a Christmas tree— which came in a box.
#6. I have pictures of me sitting on Santa’s lap as a child. And as an adult.
#7. I love Christmas songs. Especially singing them.
#8. When I was a kid, I sang Christmas songs but I would never pronounce the word “Christ”– because I was afraid something bad would happen to me.
#9. I love seeing family pictures on Christmas cards. I also love that being Jewish means I never have to send out cards of my own.
#10. This post is a repeat from last Christmas.
(And a repeat from every Christmas since I’ve had a blog.)
Wonderful holidays to all; I wish for you everything you wish for.