By Josh Resnek
Thanksgiving has come and gone, just like that, with the snap of a finger.
Now it is on to Christmas.
I’m Jewish. My father never allowed Christmas in the house.
We never had a tree. There were no presents.
The day would come and go like any other day.
Listening to Christmas carols wasn’t exactly on the menu- and Christmas dinner – well, what is that?
On the other hand, when growing up, I watched everyone else getting ready for the holiday.
Looked like an awful lot of fun from my perspective. About 20 years ago, I married a non-Jewish woman, an English woman, yes, from England.
She is absolutely non-religious and she loves to always say that she is a member of the Church of England – “The last thing the Church of England has anything to do with is religion!,” she often says.
For my wife, Christmas is about the tree – and we now have a great tree in our living room every year, decorated with 100 year old trimmings that were my wife’s grandparents’.
My daughters and their friends always have a party when trimming the tree.