Yesterday, as Chanukah ended, and I swapped my SuperJew t-shirt for some black socks with wreaths and candy canes on them, the Greenbergs sat down to celebrate Christmas.
My mom loves to give, so Christmas comes with more gifts than anyone could open on even eight nights. I used to tell her I didn’t need anything, but that’s a debate I can’t win. Thankfully.
Among my favorite gifts was a DVD of “Inglourious Basterds” from my wife. I know, it seems like more of a Chanukah gift.