We have a Christmas tree. Just saying that sounds weird.
My sister disapproved.
My parents will disapprove when they read this.
I’m Jewish. We’re Jewish. Christmas isn’t our holiday. And yet, over the course of the year, there’s no more good spirited time than Christmas.
Christmas is unavoidable. And who wouldn’t want to embrace its warm, family oriented feel? So, after a quarter century of kvetching from my wife and daughter, I acquiesced.
Stef has given me permission to make her the heavy here.
“Write you did it because of me,” she said.
I did it because of Stef.
We drove to Johnson Brothers Christmas Tree Lot on Jeffrey Road. We were foreigners in a foreign land.
“We’ve never had a tree before,” Helaine told the guy helping us. “We’re Jewish,” she added¹.
I don’t think he had a snappy retort for that.
Helaine and Stef figured a five footer would be enough. One called out to me. It was five foot six. A noble fir.
“Too wide,” Stef said, but it was too late. Decision of the father is final. And, as it turned out, it fits just fine upstairs in the loft.
There’s an ornament for each of us and some small, white lights. We’re not going nuts.
To my Christian friends, thanks for letting us participate.
To my Jewish friends, cut us some slack.
¹ – We had a coupon. We didn’t pay retail. Some things are sacred.