Apparently, there is this whole group of people who boycott stores that use the phrase “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas.”
Seriously? Some people have too much time on their hands.
Some of us were talking on Twitter the other day about the etiquette regarding sending out holiday cards; in 2010, there is virtually no way that *everyone* in your circle of friends and family celebrates the same holidays and shares the same traditions. So, is it okay wish your Christian friends a Happy Hanukkah? Or your Jewish neighbors Merry Christmas?
I think yes. Here’s the thing: let other people wish you well. Mommy sends out Hanukkah cards because we are Jewish and that is the holiday we celebrate – even if you don’t light a menorah, we can still hope you have a warm and happy holiday season. Similarly, we are not offended by Merry Christmas – someone is wishing joy upon us – take it where you can get it!
That said, we are somewhat religious schizophrenic, so maybe that colors our perceptions. Yesterday, I visited Santa at the mall and today? I’m headed to Tot Shabbat.
Let’s move on and talk a little more about that mall visit, though. Yesterday, in line with the rest of our week was go-go-go (Mommy and Daddy have not been home at the same time during waking hours since last Friday). First, Mommy and I went to the post office and I “helped” send out those
holiday Hanukkah cards. (So if your stamp is crooked? That’s one I did.) We had one or two small errands to run, so we headed off to the mall.
Note: Our county is small – this journey is *maybe* 10 miles and should have taken 15 minutes, tops. Due to the fact that, for some reason, Rockland County decided to save ALL of their roadwork and construction projects for the holiday season because there isn’t *enough* traffic, it took us over an HOUR. This is only relevant because it means I took a nap in the car and, therefore, was a teensy bit cranky upon our arrival.
In our local mall, Santa’s spot also includes a little train ride. Mommy thinks it is the lamest train ride ever, because it really just goes in a circle a few times past H&M – but I? knew right away that the thing I wanted most in the WORLD was to ride that train.
I went right over to the barrier and watched it for a while and shook the gate, all the while softly “choo-choo” ing under my breath. Mommy took the subtle hint and we walked over to the entryway only to find that 1) It was only for children – Mommy couldn’t come on with me, and 2) it was only for kids 36″ and up. Undeterred, as the kids who were just finishing up exited the ride, I slipped past them and climbed right up on the seat. By myself.
Mommy tried to tell me I was too small, but the conductor lady said it was okay, so she buckled me up. I waited while a few other lucky kids got into their seats and then off we went. As the train started moving, I waved bye-bye to Mommy and looked at all the stores as we passed them by. (Seriously, I waved and yelled “buh bye!” and Mommy almost died of the cute.)
I was VERY upset (obviously), but Mommy consoled me with snacks and we went over to see Santa… I was not a big fan. (You’ll notice this post contains no “Santa and Me” pic.) He was pretty cool, though, and gave me a lollipop (“pop!”) even after I yelled in his ear and made this face:
- Feel free to wish me well on whatever day you want and I’ll do the same.
- Trains? Awesome. Choo-choo!
- Santa? He’s okay. I’d kind of rather skip the lap part and go straight to the lollipop though.