His family is Jewish and mine is not.
We decided to raise the littles Jewish, so now what do we do?
Well, we do a lot of both and none of some…
So, here’s how we celebrate Hanukkah AND Christmas:
We light Menorahs AND put up a Christmas tree (aka Hanukkah bush.)
Our tree has a Star of David topper and we decorate it in blue and silver.
We have blue stockings (which, by the way, are really hard to find!) and our stocking holders say PEACE.
We read Hanukkah AND Christmas books before bed.
We open presents for 8 nights.
And on Christmas morning.
But it’s not.
Sometimes I yell. Sometimes I curse.
Sometimes I’m mad at my husband. Sometimes he’s mad at me.
Sometimes he has a bad day at work. Sometimes I have bad days.
Those cruise pictures we took? We spent most of that cruise telling at our kids because they wouldn’t go to camp.
Those camping pictures? Emma refused to nap and I drove her around in the truck, then slammed on the brakes and yelled at her.
Our kids don’t always hold hands and hug.
They fight. They pull hair.
They scratch. They bite.
They’re not perfect. And neither am I.
So, don’t be fooled by our Christmas card.
I wish my life was as perfect as my Christmas card.