When I read Ally's post at Who Moved My Truth about post-Thanksgiving and Christmas planning, I couldn't help but ruminate on the spirits of my own Christmas' past.
Yes, despite being born into a Jewish family, every year of my childhood, we did celebrate Christmas. A small but cheery tree adorned our living room every December - until a little after my fifth birthday. Then some dreary neighbor commented to my mom on how "unseemly" it was for Jews to enjoy a pretty holiday symbol. That was the last year a tree graced our home, and the traditional ornaments that I so loved moved to my Auntie Phyllis' tree.