The first Hunukkah-Christmas after my parents split up is one that will live long in my memory. We always celebrated both holidays when I was growing up, I think not celebrating Christmas is something both my parents missed as children and didn’t want their children to have that same feeling of being left out. Instead of a Christmas tree we had “Hunukkah bushes”, baskets of birch branches decorated with blue and silver balls. We would get our big presents on Christmas morning, and small presents each night of Hunukkah. After opening our presents on Christmas morning we would have a big breakfast of challah french toast, and later that day go to the movies and then out for chinese. It was a fun day.
Of course after my parents split up things changed, and in regard to the holiday for the better (oh I was oh so mercenary in those days). Of course both my parents were suffering with lots of guilt for having split up and how it would effect us and what better way to compensate than to go way overboard with the gifts. On that first broken family Christmas my younger brother and I (we shared a bedroom) got a TV for our room and a “portable” stereo record player (neato keen). After the usual breakfast with my mother and her new husband (scumbag!). We were taken to the airport for our very first plane trip to go to my father and his new wife’s home in suburban Detroit (my father moved there after my folks split up).
At my father’s we were greeted with a massive Christmas tree (Carmen my stepmother was Christian) and waiting for me under the tree was a Poloriod Swinger camera, a chemistry set, and a new microscope! All in all it was a great holiday.
I hope and wish you all have a grand holiday season!