The Christmas book

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So I was just reading Dylan Kitts’ excellent blog post on Christmas, and it reminded me of something I’ve been itching to bring up.

The other day my daughter’s first grade teacher gave all the kids holiday gifts. My daughter opened hers, and it was two books—one of them a book about the magic of Christmas. The wife and I had a long debate about this. Considering my girl is a Jewish kid in a public elementary school, Catherine deemed it to be … odd. On the one hand, very thoughtful. On the other hand, we live in an insanely diverse neck of the woods—Jews, Christians, Muslims, atheists, agnostics. So why, in a world of 10 million books, would you give one that literally covers Christmas?

To be honest, I wasn’t bothered. I just don’t see Christmas as anything more than marketing propaganda for 98% of the country, and whether my kid thinks she’s getting her new Barbie from Santa or Chanukah Happy or Mark the Music Man … well, I don’t give a s***. I spent way too many years of my life debating holidays and meaning, only to find that it’s one big, long, fat, ugly waste of time. I actually remember being a kid, and having to perform in the Lakeview Elementary School Holiday Concert. There were probably 10 total songs—eight about Christmas, two about Chanukah. A bunch of parents complained to the school board that Chanukah was receiving too much attention, considering there were about about 20 of we Heebs scattered about. The uproar became a big story in the local news, and I wrote a letter to the newspaper, saying how inane these people were. Received a letter from a local priest, telling me I was 100-percent correct. Made my day.

I’m babbling. My kid kept the book, her teacher will receive a Thank You note and, on December 25, we’ll be eating Chinese food in a movie theatre.

Amen.

3 thoughts on “The Christmas book”

  1. A few years back, I dated a Jewish girl and we got serious enough for her to come visit my family on Christmas.

    My family, being that sort of folk, insisted on giving her gifts, which I demanded veto power over. Most were the usual fare — Bath & Body; gift cards; etc…

    One person found a box of chocolates with Jewish symbols and that was a hit.

    An aunt got her an enormous box of stationery with Christian symbols all over them. My girlfriend was amused and polite.

    I nearly went John McClane in Die Hard on my aunt, but my lady talked me down.

    The point? You only get as offended as you want to.

    Postscript: I didn’t end up marrying her. I married a good Catholic girl and we spend a few days each year in high-level negotiations over which family gets which time.

    So in that sense, Jews have it soooo easy.

  2. deck the harrs with boughs of horry, fa ra ra ra ra… ra ra ra ra.

    i can get away with saying that since im asian.

    happy holidays jeff.

  3. You would be a depressing ” theres no santa, theres no easter bunny, theres no tooth fairy you dumb child” type of dad to have i bet?

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