Christmas For Guilty Jewish Girls

Rebellion via glitter and mall music.

My first Christmas tree was 2 1/2 feet tall. A puny, comical morsel of seasonal decor assembled with shame and fear that I’d be visited by three ghosts of Hanukkahs past. The cat could knock it over with her tail.

I was raised Jewish, quite Jewish, really. Conservative, sleepaway camp, Bat Mitzvah, read/write/speak Hebrew kind of Jewish. My…

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