The other holiday

It's December 24th. And if it wasn't for the fact that my husband is in NYC and called me so I could hear the Christmas carols on the radio, I wouldn't even know the holiday existed anymore.
Living in Israel around this time of year is really about living in a Jewish country.
And really not missing anything else.

On the other hand, I have wonderfully fond memories of growing up in Clover Hill and runnning to my friends' houses on Christmas to gather my gifts that awaited me under their trees. The music. The cookies. The snow.

So to all my friends - Non-Jewish and even Jewish - who are celebrating this day, I am thinking of you. And remembering...

Now onto another new year!

WOW!