I have a co-worker to whom I have to explain every year that yes, being Jewish means we don't celebrate Christmas at all. No, not even for Dylan's sake. What with him also ...being Jewish.
She means well, but dude, you live in NEW YORK FREAKING CITY. THERE ARE KIND OF A LOT OF JEWS HERE. It's not like non-celebration of Christmas is a rare thing!
Not even a tree for him to open his present under? Jesus, Jessica. Won't you think of the children?
If you don't have a tree, how do Santa and the baby Jesus find you?
Yep. I'm the worst Mommy ever.
If you don't have a tree, how do Santa and the baby Jesus find you?
Floodlights on the roof. Like the Bat signal but with reindeer.
Look, as long as Krampus can find them, everything is fine.
Batman is Jewish!
(no, really, i read it on the internet!)
Not even a tree for him to open his present under?
Now, look, you may be Jewish (so you say; I mean, you're on the Internet, so you could be ANYBODY, even an elderly Dutch woman...what? we've met in person? quiet, you!), but I think *I* know that it's impossible for a little Jewish boy to spin his dreidel if he doesn't have a Nativity scene to spin it in!
I saw it on TV so it must be true. The TV would NEVER lie to me.
It's like you don't even BELIEVE in Jesus, Jessica. And that makes the Baby Jesus cry.
However, I am a hypocrite, because I didn't cancel. I need the couch to be gone so the new one can come in.
To be honest, I should have said, "I'd never..." unless they had something I really wanted or they were the only place to get rid of my crap. As Jon Stewart says, some of my morals are really just hobbies.