Bob Denman
11-28-2014, 05:48 PM
Is that what we're supposed to say to each other now?
It reminds me of a story, from back when I was pretty young and useless...
I come from a Town that is pretty much White, and Protestant...
Somehow; my first girlfriend ever; was Jewish!
We had a great time over the Summer, and things pretty-well kept pace on through the Fall, and into Winter...
I was invited up to their House about Mid-December, for Dinner...
Now; they lived about two miles up on the mountain, at the end of a dirt road that wasn't plowed. You didn't drive there in the Winter; you rode a snowmobile. They had an old Ski Doo Valmont for getting up and down the hill.
...But I had my own ride! :thumbup: My trusty 1968 Ski Doo Super Olympique! We rode often with the local DEC Ranger, and he let us store our sleds at his place for the riding season. It was only about a mile down the road from where the trip to their house got "interesting"...
But that's not important here...
I arrive, and am met at the Door with everyone yelling "Happy Chanukkah!"
To which I dumbly replied... "Happy Holidays"...
It was my first experience with a celebration not involving my own Christian background, and probably also my first miserable attempt at being "sensitive" to someone else's perspective.
Her Mom (A SWEET Lady), asked me if I meant to say "Merry Christmas"?
Of course; I dumbly nodded...
"Then please do!"
"If you say Merry Christmas; I'll answer with Happy Chanukkah"
"That way we can celebrate both!"
It might be a bit early; but at least we've got Thanksgiving safely tucked away...
Merry Christmas; everybody!
It reminds me of a story, from back when I was pretty young and useless...
I come from a Town that is pretty much White, and Protestant...
Somehow; my first girlfriend ever; was Jewish!
We had a great time over the Summer, and things pretty-well kept pace on through the Fall, and into Winter...
I was invited up to their House about Mid-December, for Dinner...
Now; they lived about two miles up on the mountain, at the end of a dirt road that wasn't plowed. You didn't drive there in the Winter; you rode a snowmobile. They had an old Ski Doo Valmont for getting up and down the hill.
...But I had my own ride! :thumbup: My trusty 1968 Ski Doo Super Olympique! We rode often with the local DEC Ranger, and he let us store our sleds at his place for the riding season. It was only about a mile down the road from where the trip to their house got "interesting"...
But that's not important here...
I arrive, and am met at the Door with everyone yelling "Happy Chanukkah!"
To which I dumbly replied... "Happy Holidays"...
It was my first experience with a celebration not involving my own Christian background, and probably also my first miserable attempt at being "sensitive" to someone else's perspective.
Her Mom (A SWEET Lady), asked me if I meant to say "Merry Christmas"?
Of course; I dumbly nodded...
"Then please do!"
"If you say Merry Christmas; I'll answer with Happy Chanukkah"
"That way we can celebrate both!"
It might be a bit early; but at least we've got Thanksgiving safely tucked away...
Merry Christmas; everybody!