Equal Opportunity Holidays

A few weeks ago I read a number of pre-holiday posts by people who were looking forward to Christmas, and who were openly wondering about people who celebrate Christmas about aren’t Christian. These posts made me perk up because I was able to wave my hands above my head in the comments sections and go “OOH!! OHH! That’s me!! Went to Hindu temple for three years but haven’t really been to a real church service!! I love the holidays!!” Feel free to roll your eyes at me- I’m not offended! :)

Around my house the time leading up to & surrounding Christmas Day wasn’t about religion – it was about being together, as different as we were. My dad’s side of the family was big into the United Church, my mom’s side of the family was Ukrainian Catholic, and the rest of us were kind of in the middle. We didn’t speak Ukrainian, and didn’t live near any churches other than the very small town, intensely tight knit ones in the country. My parents never took me to church and didn’t teach me a lot about faith, but as I got older my mom got more and more interested in Hinduism and Buddhism and she ended up going to India a number of times before I was 10 years old.

I was fascinated by her stories. I could smell the heat and confusion of Delhi. I could see the bare light bulbs dangling from the airport ceiling, the beggars holding up sickly babies to the tourists and shouting for money, the merchants trying to pass off torn rupees – worthless once they’re torn – onto the Westerners.  She told me about men standing on ladders smacking transformers with poles in the rain trying to fix the power, and just how fundamentally different life was. I wanted to go so badly, and my parent’s respected my interest. I learned how to write the alphabet in Hindi immediately, started living on milky chai, and went to Hindu temple to celebrate Diwali, be hugged by the ladies in the temple basement, and eat sweets that dripped in syrup.

And then suddenly I was a teenager, and religion kind of dropped off my radar.

In junior high and high school there was a lot of cultural mingling in my school. We were overflowing with international students, girls from Mexico, mainland China, Japan, Hong Kong, Columbia… and then there were the students from my city- an immigrant city to begin with. Everyone around me was Jewish, east Indian, south African, Dutch, German and Ukrainian. If you asked where someone’s family was from you were far more likely to get an overview in genealogy than you were to have a neighborhood or city as a response.

As I’ve grown up I’ve celebrated Ukrainian Christmas and Easter by going to midnight mass with my grandfather, I’ve gone to Jewish services with Jewish friends,  Pentecostal services with Pentecostal friends, and meditated with Buddhist friends. I have friends who identify as many different religions – and some of them, like me, who just don’t really identify themselves at all. But religion aside, for me the holiday season has always been just that, about a season of getting together and reflection. Christmas is important to my grandfather (and my husband’s family), so we celebrate the holidays on Dec. 25th, but we also usually mark the day on Ukranian Orthodox Christmas, which is well after New Years.

This year I’ve been noticing just how Christmas-y my holiday experience is, and I’ve been thinking about the posts asking who would be celebrating Christmas if they aren’t really, you know, Christian. I think that maybe they have something of a point. So I’m instituting a new holiday celebration in our household. If I’m going to celebrate “THE HOLIDAYS” and make the emphasis about being together & eating great food, I want to stop being so exclusive to Christmas.

So this year, I’m adding Hanukkah into the mix. Or a big giant Hanukkah style dinner at least :)

The holidays are meant to be fun and about being together – and for me, they’re also a little open ended. And I’m okay with that. If I can kick off celebrating what a crazy year this has been a few days before I usually would with a really great meal, then I’m going to give it my best shot. Who knows, maybe next year I’ll start “the holidays” extra early by celebrating Ramadan too.

Wait. Doesn’t Ramadan involve fasting? Maybe I’ll look into solstice instead…because I’m all for new traditions, as long as they involve potato based meals.