My friends always wonder what we Jews do on Christmas, and since I had a pretty standard Jewish Christmas yesterday, I thought I would tell you about it.
First rule of thumb: fly on Christmas day. The day has no special meaning for Jews, but for everyone else, Christmas is a time for family, not travel. That means we have the airports, taxis, and roads all to ourselves. And that is why my parents flew in yesterday morning. Needless to say, there travel was pleasant and uneventful.
The next step is to see a movie. We actually did not quite complete this, since my parents did not arrive until the afternoon. Instead, we visited the Hiram Chittenden locks, strolled through the snow in Discovery Park, and navigated the streets of Capitol Hill.
The last key: Chinese food. My sister confirmed that our go-to Chinese restaurant would be open, and we finished the day with a nice Chinese meal. The restaurant was more crowded than I have ever seen it, and, by the looks of things, the Seattle Jewish community had all congregated coincidentally at the same place.
Merry Christmas everyone.
p.s. Let me address another Christmas question, while I’m on the subject. I say Merry Christmas, and I like i when it is said to me. I like when people are pleasant to each other, and if it takes a common saying with religious meaning, then so be it. You don’t need to worry about offending me. You don’t need to say “happy holidays”, though I accept that too. Don’t worry, I don’t feel excluded.
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