We just didn’t talk about Christmas. My elementary school had no vendetta or “war on Christmas” just too many people going to a home over winter break that didn’t celebrate Christmas. It wasn’t like that at my preschool, I know that. I went to a church preschool, where our teacher tried to teach us French (which is irrelevant Natalie, keep it together). There was probably some talk of God there, but I really don’t remember. My family fit into this non-denominational patchwork of people perfectly. Both of my parents were raised religious, but decided there were some questions that were bigger than their faith. I was raised in a church that sometimes celebrated Hanukkah, and taught us how to fingerprint people, so really I don’t have the experience of a strict religion at all. The idea that we didn’t talk about Christmas in class or during school hours seemed like a good thing to me. I knew my best friend Abigail didn’t celebrate Christmas, and I didn’t want her to be left out of anything. My friend Malcolm’s dad taught Sunday school sometimes and I knew their family celebrated Hanukkah at home. We learned about Kwanzaa, though that’s really not a religious thing at all. Our winter music program that we put on for our parents featured a xylophone quartet, which I worked my butt off to be in, it really was my most shining moment. If I ever top that I’d be surprised.
I guess the point is to just be aware that there are other ways to live, and really it’s all of our jobs to be mindful of other people no matter their religious views. It can be easy to forget, in a place like Albert Lea, where it seems everyone and their dog celebrates Christmas with the tree and the lights and the deceiving younger cousins about Santa’s existence, but many people don’t observe Christmas at all. Never mind celebrating the same way. I’m not here to tell you how to live your life, but you aren’t here to tell anyone else how to live theirs either.