Happy Holidays! (Just kidding!)
I’m a guest blogger at www.tcjewfolk.com today, arguing, among other things, that there is no comparison on the importance of Christmas for Christians and Hanukkah for us. So why do we feel the need for the malls, banks, etc, to affirm our Judaism with enormous dreidels?! We can stand to show a little respect and understanding for Christmas the way we expect non-Jews to respect our High Holidays and even our minor holidays (like Hanukkah).
You can agree or disagree with me HERE at www.tcjewfolk.com (the “tc” stands for Twin Cities). Thanks for checking it out!
My post also incited the bloggers at Jewish Woman’s Archive to disagree with me in their own post.
Nina (@NinaBadzin)
Nina is a freelance writer living in Minneapolis with her husband and four children. Her essays on parenting, marriage, friendship, improving my habits, social media etiquette, books, Jewish life and more appear in the Huffington Post, Kveller.com, The Jewish Daily Forward and on numerous other sites. She's thrilled to participate in the 2013 cast of Listen to Your Mother in the Twin Cities and to co-lead the book review site GreatNewBooks.org.
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Welcome! I am a freelance writer living in Minneapolis with my husband and four children. My essays on parenting, social media etiquette, improving my habits, Jewish life and more appear in the Huffington Post, Kveller.com, The Jewish Daily Forward and elsewhere. I'm glad you found your way here!
Hi all! Please leave all comments on the actual post at http://tcjewfolk.com/love-thy-neighbor-jew-who-saved-christmas/
Thanks! Nina
And THAT is why you got hit with our Christmas card!
But seriously, the jewish objection to Christmas that you reference is shared by many Christians–it’s the LED-lit, secularized Christmas that is so obnoxious. Without the mass marketing, the solemnity of Christmas is really a quiet, homey, prayerful, holy day. You’d never know it by the two foot inflateable Santa that stares in my window from my neighbor’s yard. Seriously. It’s hard for even the most religious of us to maintain focus.
[...] Incredulous and determined to score a nearby sample of Irish Dubliner cheese, I tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” I said in my most ‘Minnesota-nice’-meets-North-Shore-Chicago-chutzpah voice, “You really can’t text at Costco this close to Christmas.” (Apparently, my defense of Christmas knows no bounds.) [...]
[...] Incredulous and determined to score a nearby sample of Irish Dubliner cheese, I tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” I said in my most ‘Minnesota-nice‘-meets-North-Shore-Chicago-chutzpah voice, “You really can’t text at Costco this close to Christmas.” (Apparently, my defense of Christmas knows no bounds.) [...]