This is something that a lot of the gentiles reading this blog refuse to get, but Jews feel very unhappy and left out during Christmas, especially children. For example:
Christmas was one of the most difficult times of year for me as a child. From age 9 on, my brothers and I were the only Jews in a rural Ohio school system. Pastors led us in prayer at annual Christmas assemblies, and my peers and I sang about our love of Jesus in school Christmas concerts. I never knew how to respond when strangers asked me, “What do you want for Christmas?” or even “Are you done with your Christmas shopping?” I wished that I could just play along and make up answers. But Christmas put me on edge, making me feel even more different and angry.
And I think that’s pretty typical, even for Jews who live in the New York City area.
And here’s a much more emotionally wrenching story that’s a must-read:
My muscular grandfather walks into the living room. “What did you do?” he rages at my mother. She shrinks before him like a child. My beautiful Nana hides behind her, wringing her hands, muttering in Yiddish. Poppop puffs up with rage.
“It was a Chanukah bush. We did it for Ellen,” my mother whispers. “She was jealous of the other children. I hated to see her suffer, so…”
“She’s jealous? She’s suffering? There’s no such thing as a Chanukah bush. You just confuse the child. She’s a Jew and Jews don’t have Christmas. Make her Chanukah like a real Jewish mother, and she won’t be jealous.”