Coming to terms with Christmas
Don't you love Christmas? asks my teenage son. This is a time-honored ritual. He starts asking before Thanksgiving, and tortures me straight through to New Year's.
I do not, I say every time. And when he insists, Yes, you do, Mom, you love Christmas, say you do, I stick to my lines. It's not that I object to Christmas, I don't; such a nice holiday, who could object? But it isn't mine to love.
Don't be ridiculous, says my husband. Christmas is for everyone.
Easy for him to say.
Growing up in a town with a church on every corner, we didn't do Christmas.… Seguir leyendo »