The Year Jewish Christmas Finally Gave Me the Holiday I Always Wanted
I’ve never been big on holidays, especially Christmas. Too much drama, too many expectations, too much disappointment. But once in my life, many years ago, I had the perfect Christmas, without doing Christmas at all.
“What are you doing for Christmas?” my friend Iron Man asked me earlier in the week.
“Nothing.” I answered. “No one’s around this year.” I didn’t have to tell him that I was perfectly OK with that, because he knows me. He knows I’m fine doing nothing, much more than getting stuck doing something I don’t want to do, like be the pity invite at someone’s family holiday dinner.
“Let’s do Jewish Christmas,” he suggested. “We’ll go for a run, then get Chinese food, totally low key.”
Neither of us had family around that year that we wanted to spend time with, neither of us were dating anyone so there were no obligations there, and it was his ex’s turn to have their kids for the holiday.
Completely on our own, with no one to worry about besides ourselves, and no expectations for some Hallmark family Christmas, we could do whatever we wanted. A totally chill day with one of my best friends? It sounded great.
