There are many aspects of Christmas that I envy as a Jewish girl. Tree trimming,(and the fabulous ornament shopping and collecting), baking, decorating, just one morning of gifts instead of eight nights of pressure, and the amazing holiday songs (the best of which were written by Jews)
But Santa was never a source of envy for me.
A strange man manages to break into your home, even though your parents have assured you that could never happen. He eats your cookies and tries to win your favor by leaving toys. (Don’t take toys from strangers, right?)
But weirdest of all is that your mom will stick you on the strange man’s lap and expect you to be happy about it. If you’re Jewish it is especially strange to partake in this tradition. Or, as you can see from this photo of me, and my screaming sister, terrifying.
And don’t get me started on the Easter Bunny.